Strewn shards and cracked pieces
The sky rained confusion
Blurring my cloudy vision
In the mirror, a ghostly illusion
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It wasn’t your job to save me
This soul hollowed and distressed
Without knowing, you patched my spirit
I will confess, I feel blessed
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On one knee, I finally came to see
I’m a creature of independence
Avoiding the trail, I’ll carve my own
Against the wind, everything intense
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In darker hours, I felt you there
The better times, also with me
A shooting star powers the imagery
We dream farther than we see
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I hoped for someone, like you
A best friend, a souloist
Someone who truly knows, this man
Overlooking the flaws, this fictionist
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