21 December 2015
Before you was blissfully unaware,
Oblivious in my own ideals
Conveniently ignorant of the emptiness I
wake up to every chilly day
I thought I was content in my cozy cocoon,
I thought I was clear,
I thought I was whole.
But that was before you..
That was half of me,
That was what I thought it was.
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