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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