cherished
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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
