Have you ever felt alone a room with a crowd when you tried to blend?
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Alone in a room crowded with people who you call as friends
and realised that so long all their love and fun was but pretend.
Because it is the only way possible to survive
Each thought of mine is devoted to her to revive.
Passing on the fluid of life from my body to hers
Occasionally stopping, to check if she is better or worse.
She’s my only love, just as each day has only one night.
I want us together like the two eyes that share the same sight
To make sure we are bonded without separation
I give her the gift of life, without any deliberation.
Venting out my blood to her to save her during her complication
Every last bit of my B positive blood is ready for the donation.