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My darling, You make broken look beautiful. And tears look like crowns. The shards of your heart. Are a weapon, no doubt. You don't have to protect it. Muscle battered and torn.
How lucky we are that we were cared since our birth by those who sacrificed their happiness to see us happy relinquished their desires and dreams to make our dreams come true
Slowly it flows through my veins Slowly it propels my desire As the passion that laid dormant Once again ignites You won't go anywhere, they said
Perfect sunkissed moonlight hides the lines of my imper