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My mum and I were cleaning out some of my boxes of crap, tossing the bad crap, then re-storing the good crap, and I found two poems some guy wrote for me. It wasn't the best stuff I'd ever read, but it wasn't half bad either. The thing is, I can't for the life of me remember who wrote it. I've been wracking my brain for the last few hours and nothing. I don't have the faintest clue. It obviously meant enough for me to save it, but not to remember who the hell wrote it. I'm so sentimental.