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i want you to hold me. i want you to lie to me, tell me it will be alright. i want you to be my blanket when my frail body is shivering through the night. i want you to be my legs, when i am too weak to hold myself up. i want you to be the stars when i look to the sky. i want you to be the gust of wind, making my hair terribly messy, yet so refreshing, i don't even care. i want you to be the bird outside my bedroom window, singing me to sleep. i want you to be the darkness, engulfing me ever so slowly, but surely. i want you to be the tears flowing from my eyes, that release of a day too long. i want you to be every word i say, express my feelings, that i cannot on my own. i want you to be my cigarette, calm and relaxing, with the beautifully graceful smoke. i want you to tell me i'll be okay. i want you to be my lullaby, put me back to sleep, and i want you to be my alarm clock, wake me when it's all over.