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My thoughts created something special to me,

my pain and sins created a layout of the object,

My soul created a base so it can be attach,

my flesh created the material surroundings,

a stab in the heart

filled and the object became complete,

something someone needed so hard and search to obtain,

a priceless thing that I say may be to me,

cause is everything that I am and means all to me,

take this away from me and you own this puppet,

but I cant find my object for some time,

oh yeah I know, have to ask my precious blue eyes,

the object created was a key to my emotions,

which she now haves, there is only one,

no replacements, no copies,

but everything of me she has,

the keys of my heart, the opening to my soul,

she has everything of me,

and there is no way I will like it to be!