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You walk through my mind as if you own it, maybe you do.
That would explain why everytime I look at the stars, I think of how your eyes twinkle when you laugh,
why every time I walk on your street, I get nervous.
That would explain the butterflies I get when you text me,
and the fire that ignites my skin when you touch me.
My friends think you're controlling me, influencing my actions.
But maybe my mind was always yours and I was the thief that tried to take it.
Maybe that's why I had never called a place home before I fell asleep in your arms.
