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What’s the point in being happy without him?

I would only be pretending that everything was good

When indeed, nothing can truly be good anymore

In him is everything that is beautiful about life

Of him is everything that makes my happiness true

With him, I am free to be me, as I am

Without him, I am prisoner to this world, as I am not

How could I pretend to be everything that I am not?

I am nothing, he is everything, and I am lost, without him