may i borrow your time? lend me a page of your memories, save a spot for me. it's okay if it's dusty, it'll do. somethings i'd really rather replay, over&over again until the battery runs out or it's been glued into my head. the secret words you tell me through the smiles you send. an overdose of infatuation. our hearts are drunk with things that our eyes will never see. getting my thoughts tangled up, everything's all right. because today, i live. it's this moment i'm breathing, this moment i'm existing. "if anybody wants a sheep, that is a proof that he exists." i get it. jars of clay; letting God shape it. have it your way. at one point we're all breakable, but even the most fragile has a heart. easily repaired, maybe not. scarred and bruised, perhaps. but made happy again, always. so in the end, i'll still be that whim of contemplation.
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