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You... gave me strenght to carry on
You... pass all wordly troubles unto me
You... gave my time meaning
You... left your sorrow for my soul
I love you
I need you
I want you
I live you
I am you
I... layed a thousand souls to rest
I... could be a martyr in their eyes
I... wished only for them to see
I... embraced where I once dwelled
I... lived for you
"If r*pe, arson, poison or the knife has
Wove no pleasing pattern upon this
Drab canvas we call life, it is because
We are not bold enough." (Baudelaire)