but you made your way back home,
you sold your soul
like a Roman bag of bones.
Because you saved me.
If we were drifting apart,
I miss you.
you saved me from myself.
I am good enough.
I am worth something.
I am more than my oppression.
Is my darkness my comfort?
my addiction.
it's been there for so long,
Who am I without it?
Croz,
did you help me
because of my plight
and that you felt sorry for me?
or did you actually think I was good enough?
you said that I wasn't worthless.
and that I had to stop thinking that way.
I didn't tell anyone that.
so did you see it in my eyes?
am I worthy of your help?
am I as important?
should I be heard?
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