Still the memory of you
marks everything I do.
You're on my heart,
just like a tattoo.
I'll always have you.

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she's on my heart,
in my soul,
furrowed into my brain
so deep
there is absolutely
no hope left
of me getting rid of her.

sometimes i can't stand her.

sometimes i wish she could stand me.

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opening ©Jordin Sparks, "Tattoo."