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She cannot bare to tell me
so instead she has me feel
the pain she hides inside.

I send her my heart

when she asks me to.
I cry her tears so she can survive
every darkness she faces.

She likes to feel that we are free

but she calls to me
 – tugs and pulls at me from afar – 
when she needs me.

And that’s all she ever asks.

Strength if she has none.
And in return? Nothing
but the knowledge 

that she knows,

I know, 
we know – 
we can never be apart.

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