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Mar 2016
She had a story to tell,
And she has no medals on her lapels
From leaders of men.
But she has thought and emotion,
Safe in a bottle that travelled the ocean,
That I found around the bend.

And she broke me down.
She broke me down.

If I didn't know better,
I'd guess I was in a coma,
Breathing via machine;
However I can taste the air--
The life support I find in her--
Crutches and medicine.

She breaks me down.
Oh, she breaks me down.

I'd be the wall her back is to,
She's a window, and I enjoy the view
More than television.
I can feel her goosebumps when
The hairs on her neck stand on end;
There's no silicon.

She's real, and breaks me down.
How she breaks me down.
This is dedicated to one of the most influential, inspiring, and wonderful people I have ever met. You know, this person, when I found them, had been through the worst things life could possibly throw, but didn't need support. Instead, they showed me that there is something worthwhile about life, and that completely shattered the shell I had enclosed myself in with ease. I found something real, something the world lacks and so desperately craves. And I found it. The good go through so much and ask so little in return, so this is for that person, who is going through a lot of the fake world's trouble at the moment. Here's to hoping there are more people like this person out there.
Written by
Mouthpiece  26/M/Liverpool, UK
(26/M/Liverpool, UK)   
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