Part of me wants to scream at you:

That could be me!

I could be the girl who loves you desperately

and holds you until you fall asleep each night

and makes sure you know you’re never alone,

you’re never alone in this fight.

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The other part of me holds me back,

tucks me into my bed, lays the sheets carefully over my chest,

takes my palm in her hand and says:

That was you.

It was right,

but it wasn’t right enough.