She loves me

She loves me.
She loves me.
She loves me.
I’m going to keep saying that like a prayer.
Prayed in the darkest of hours,
When needed the most.

She loves me.
She loves me.
She loves me.
I need to remember that.
When I forget to breathe through the pain,
And when it’s the only thing to breathe for.

She loves me.
She loves me.
She loves me.
I will hold on to that as if my life depended on it.
Because, in my little version of reality,
It just might.

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