You are the corruption of my mind,
The core of my grief,
And the blood that clots my veins.
You are the headache that steals my nights,
The insomnia that invades my dreams,
And the pain that I endure.
You are my respirator;
The support of my life,
And the consumer of my weaknesses.
You are my warrior;
The fighter of my demons,
And my shoulder to lean on.
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