You want to know how I'm feeling.
Telling me you want to know more.
To give you everything,
or let you explore?
Because at one point,
I lost who I was.
Death felt like the best option,
and now it never does.
You gave me something
I cant explain.
When you're with me,
you take away the pain.
Who I was,
does not matter.
Because that person,
has been shattered.
I will now take this time,
to thank you with everything
I have to give,
and take this time
to truly live.
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