My heart belongs to everyone but me,
That's why I'm so scarred.
Even the people who don't want love receive mine.
I hand them my heart and say 'here it's yours.'
I never ask for it back.
I do that thinking... maybe, just, maybe
if I give someone my heart, they will trust me enough to give me theirs.
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