and you alone,
the one to hold my humanity.
My anchor—
to keep me sane,
to keep me from ascending to godhood,
to not become another god.
Oh, how easy it is
to be—
the one worshipped,
the one believed in,
the one who takes in all the faith,
the one to be blamed—
and I could hardly care,
so long as I get to see you smile.
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