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Last night we laid in our bed and giggled about absolutely nothing. Whispering in our dimly lit room, my head pressed against you, I heard the rhythmic thumping and slow gentle rise and fall of your heart beneath your chest.
You are my home.
When you're gone I ache.
My bones lose their structure and I feel myself turning into a goo of self pity as I mope...
I have to drag my legs with me as I go.
You are my stability.
My pillars that help me stand tall.
You are the structure that makes me....
Me.

This poem is about: 
Me
My family

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