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Him


He's my

I hate everything about the world and everything in it

Can't stand to look at myself in the mirror

Antidote

My

When the world tells you no

Pushes you down

And makes you want to quit

Lobster

That

Ross loves Rachel madness that fed a generation for not enough seasons

That's us

He loved me when I couldn't love myself and

Taught me that I am only as weak as I allow myself to be

When I'm ice

He's fire

When I'm shattered

He collects the pieces

One by one

Jagged

Sharp

Rough

I am his favorite puzzle

Though I may be missing a few pieces

He never stops believing in my ability to fly

And is there to catch me when my wings give out

Without him 

I'm blind

If you were stranded on a desert island what is the one thing you couldn't live without

My air

My heart

Half my soul 

How can he help me survive?

He does it every day

He helps me fight my deamons 

Erases my nightmares

And saves my life

If I could have only one thing on a deserted island

It would be my love

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