47. My Benefits

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I am the bandage to your wound
I am the blanket when you are cold
I am the pillow you cry on
I am the strength you hold on

I am the light when darkness surrounds you
I am the heat when you feel cold
I am the the soft cushion who catched you
I am the painkiller when you're too hurt

You are the black n white in my once colorful world
You are the winter that freezes my nice summer
You are the rocks that catched my free fall
You are the pain that my heart feel

You are the scratches in my skin
You are the pain that I'm feelin'
You are my daily dose of anesthesia
You are the cause of my paranoia

I was the medicine that helps you get better
While you were the illness that slowly consumes me
I was your cure and you were my disease
I was saving you while you were killing me

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