Never have I felt so out of control of my own self, my own life, my own heart...
Remembering when I was young and blissfully unaware of you, when you were still a faceless man,
Eternally faceless, you were to me then, but not now.
Questions swarm in my head, in my eyes, but there are no answers for them,
Unless a great cosmic voic opens and returns those answers to me along with my heart.
I give you my soul, you may have it, as you have my heart with you now.
Today I am yours, but yesterday I was my own self, I belonged to me.
Even now, I can barely remember those times; I would change nothing at all about us, about you, about me.
Damn the consequences, I will remain forever yours, though you know not my own name.
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