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there you are sitting
staring at me
looking vulnerable but stronger than me
you ask me
demand to know why you are an outcast
as if i would have your answer for you
entrancing is your glare
so broken seem your dreams
our lives are not as we were told they would be
you want what i have and i want what you can give
far beyond your tomb is the secret to my happiness
i'll find it living for those trees have grown too tall