He bruises my soul;
You make it shine.
He smothers my dreams;
You let them fly.
He holds me tight;
You let me go.
He fills me up;
You leave me drained.
He makes me safe;
You make me smile.
He walks by me;
You walk alone.
He offers his life;
You hold out your hand.
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