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With you

I come to you with tears in my eyes,
you hold me and tell me it will be alright.
“It will all be over soon.” you whisper.
And you sit there for hours,
holding me,
comforting me,
and wiping away my tears.
You help me excape reality,
go to a place where I feel safe.
Away from it all,
all the people,
all the comments,
all the lies,
all of it.
With you I feel safe.
With you I feel like the world is just me and you.
With you I feel at home.

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