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Everything? I don’t even have anything. All I have is me. Me with my heart, my soul, my body. Those fragile ones.
You? You are not anything. You are everything. You are everything to me.
I can live without my heart, my soul, my body. But I can’t live without you. Because my heart, my soul, my body are there with you. Not with me.
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