You are the sour remains of my lost soul
The expiration date recorded at the back of a gift card
You are the coffee stain on my new clothes
The feeling you get when you know tomorrow is monday
Stangely, you are also the light that shows me the path
The feeling of not having homework one cloudy afternoon
You are my breakfast in bed after a long night
The smell of wet grass and the sun rising
You are not only the light but the shadow
The math problem and the solution
You are the disease but at the same time you are the cure
The black color and the white one
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