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Oxygen


It helps me breathe

But is not air

When i think im alone

It is always there

It guides me through this hectic life

Can be soft as pillow but sharp as a knife

 

When something is wrong it turns it right

It is there throughouth day and night

When im in darkness it brings me light

When i am blind it gives me sight

It was my first love

And for that i can place no other above

 

Bright like the sun with love running deeper than the sea

This is everthing this person is to me

When something comes about there is no doubt

But to call on the one thing i cannot live without

One of a kind built like no other

This person that gives me life is my mother

 

 

 

 
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