I need you
The reason I breathe is not scientific
The reason I breathe is my sister
By my own hands I would've taken it all away
The pain, rejection, loneliness
No longer would I feel the blood pump through my veins
No longer would I hear the soft, rhythmic sound of my own heart
No longer would I see the ugliness in the mirror
No longer would I feel worthless
I would feel...Nothing
Finally
But her figure stood in the frame
My hands cowarded away from destruction
Her words, her three simple words whispered brought me back to reality
"I need you"
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