Maybe there's only enough room for one broken individual, in a relationship. It's not a question of co-dependence, but balance. Of fit. You can't put two messes together. You can't make something out of raw materials alone. Someone has to have a blueprint.
There has to be
some sort of balance.
when the gusts came around to blow me down,
I held on as tightly as you held onto me.
I held on as tightly as you held onto me.
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