A part of me is gone.
The best part, the most valuable part.
I lost a part of myself.
So why get lost when we have each other?
My journey is only half the adventure
And less of a danger.
I am still myself
But my mirror is gone.
There is only me,
No contrast, no color.
There is just the vastness of the desert,
And I cannot taste the sweetness of an oasis near me or see my reflection.
There is just me, a shadow of myself.
And I will dance with those shadows, yet I am alone.
You help me to see the truth and clear my windows.
Nothing is the same
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