Her
Before Her, I struggled everyday.
My mind was filled with hordes of demons to slay.
Before Her, I started my day numb.
I had pills to swallow, life to shy away from.
Now when I feel I can't move out of bed,
I have a wet nose to nudge my hand.
Now when I get nervous and feel all that dread,
I have a warm bundle of fur to help me withstand.
I need Her, and she needs me.
The two best friends you'll ever see.
This poem is about:
Me
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