Many have visited my life.
They acted, like they meant, to stay;
Yet, left--as soon, as they found;
Other dwellings, better than me.
You were, also, one of my visitors.
You fell in love, with the cracks and scars;
Of which, I tried my damnedest, to hide.
You are, still, here with me--proving to me;
That you're different, from the rest.
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