What would I do without this piece of my life.
It just wouln't feel wholesome and right.
Dreaming of it in my sleep
Not sleeping thinking of it so deep
In the world there's that piece of me
I don't care if this takes endlessly.
I'm approaching it with all myself
I want this more than nothing else.
It's my breakfast in the morning.
How could you go hungry.
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