That Which I Cannot Live Without
Of all the countless things that make up my life
Without even them all would cause only little strife
What would cause unbearable pain
Would be to lose those who are always on the brain
It is the people who laugh with me,
Like my mom and sister, who hold the key
The key that unlocks the happiness that makes up my life
The key that without would cause the most horrid strife
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