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 Hey, just think about this for a second...

There's someone out there who thinks about you when they see something. It could be when they see the moon, or the title of a book, or when they hear a particular song. It could be when they see a certain flower, or catch the whiff of a particular scent. It could be when they see someone who resembles you slightly. 

There's something special about you that they remember when they see something. 

Isn't that beautiful? And aren't you special? 

To be thought of, to be held in regard and to be remembered. 

That's special. 


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