but often breaks.
It doesn't hurt
but often aches.
It's the ending
and the start
It's the most
important part
Sometimes beating,
sometimes still.
Take it, hold it
if you will.
What's yours to break
is mine to mend.
It's yours to steal.
Mine to defend.
Can you chase
my ghosts away?
Burn the shadows,
bring the day?
What's your to steal
is mine to give.
And you're the one
who made it live.
You took my fears
and made it shine.
What's mine is yours.
And yours is mine.
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