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  1. Dearest Aimee

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A letter from a damaged soul...

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She went... thatta way

Dearest Aimee
I hope this letter finds you doing well
Things are better here
But they tell me that the devil's in the details

So many things that we'd hidden away
Just spring back to life in the heat of the day

Every Sunday
They wheel me to the recreation hall
Where those movies
Scroll across the cracked and broken plaster

And the light that sneaks in through the cracks
Is feeble and cold
I swallow the pills they provide
And do what I'm told

She went... thatta way
She went... thatta way

Dearest Aimee
Dearest Aimee

Did they ever find those secrets that we hid?
Or did all traces vanish in that cold Wisconsin winter?
Dearest Aimee
Dearest Aimee
Dearest Aimee
Dearest Aimee