You own half of me.
You always have, you always will.
The half willing to share,
To give,
To love.
The better half,
The more open half,
The whole half,
Of me.
But I do fear
Someday, you'll take that half with you,
Wherever you go,
Leaving me with the ugly half
Alone.
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