I don’t want you to sit up at night thinking about me…
I want you to text me…
Send me a message…
Even if it is just to say hi…
Because I want you to be who I am not…
Isn’t that how you fill in the empty spaces?
I want you to be my complement,
not my mirror image…
How we differ is what I love.
It’s what I dream of.
You are the happy when I am sad.
You are the aggression needed to provide balance.
You are the decision needed in the chaos.
Too bad you are a dream…
Inside the Shell 
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