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stitches

i used to think true love was a lie

living seemed pointless, i just wanted to die

 

but then you came along, blue eyes and all

and took my broken heart into your palm

 

your gentle, caring touch 

slowly started to stitch my heart up

 

never thought i could feel something other than broken 

but in each stitch your love was woven 

 

so now my heart only beats for you 

how cliche but its true 

 

i now believe true love is real 

ever since we kissed its all i feel 

◄ reborn

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