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Faithful

you bracleted me trapped the old image of me in your mind the bracelet embroidered the time before the late nights the games the time before we changed Worn on my wrist Decorated in pretty patterns Paraded with pride Stained with smoke Of the bonfires while you trapped the old me on your wrist I am not braceleted to someone else the new image of me now braided into them as they are to me

Faithful

you bracleted me trapped the old image of me in your mind the bracelet embroidered the time before the late nights the games the time...