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It's the way I've grown attached to you like you've infiltrated your roots deep into the crevices of my heart, and if you were to rip them away instead of detaching slowly, my heart would struggle to heal the wounds of the hollow marks that yet another person has left behind once more.
Favored was the one, who received apricity,
Star-crossed was I, condemned to opacity,
Tragedy was Eponine, Marius' lover,
So was I, midnight to hover.
Maybe I just wanna be yours
I wanna be yours
I wanna be yours
SourPunk08