Radhika

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My heart has been broken a million times by the same hand, yet I would let it happen a million times again if it meant it was by you I was weaker than I thought / my heart sagging like the stems of uncut, unkempt flowers because of the sunlight you held in your faraway heart / Maybe you weren’t mine to love / I think I’m falling
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