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Absolute

The Best Form of Therapy

By Stefanie HerreraPublished 9 years ago • 1 min read

He is my absolute everything,

But I may be something.

Broken to the Core,

Can I be something more?

Driven by the unknown,

Do you know something more.

Chasing silly dreams,

Waiting for those silly dreams.

Crashing forth,

Falling Back,

Landing still.

You are the sun,

I am the moon.

What a GLORIOUS night sky.

Under the same stars that lead me home,

Under the same star that lead me nowhere.

I am nothing,

He is my everything.

That is Absolute...

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About the Creator

Stefanie Herrera

Living in the Sunny Florida! I am a mom of 1 beautiful little girl. As a special needs mom I advocate for my daughter while still doing what I love...writing, reading, and painting.

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    Written by Stefanie Herrera