He brought out the best in me
When I thought I was just less
He gave me purpose, meaning
I finally felt real and solid
Til the day came when he went
I felt down, eroding
I once shone, I was shimmering
Now I’m made of cold and grey
You spun me round, I miss you,
But just like a black hole
You created to destroy
You destroyed to create
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