I am more of what is less important, for I was made out of you.
Not that I don't matter...
I'm starting to look less foreign, feeling black and blue.
Weightless like a feather.
You light up the sky, burst into fire and enlighten my mind.
You are not me, I'm not you.
For all that we have is together...
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