Dependence

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Do you know how much you mean to me?

Do you know how much your opinions weigh?

When you build me up, I can do anything.

When you tear me down, I develop cuts.

If you were to tear me down and leave, we know where I'll be.

So if we ever go our separate ways, be kind.

For at this moment, I don't want to die.

But who knows about then.

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