maybe there still is a chance for me.
maybe i was too quick to let my emotions get the better of me.
maybe i should have known better than to let myself slide into the darkness.
maybe.
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"cover my thoughts in gold.
I'm your flower watch me unfold
my vulnerability, letting you consume me.
this kind of love we can't control
the art of touch, I'm covered in gold
i know that you feel me now
no I'm never going down
watch me unfold.
this kind of love we can't control"
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