The ugly difference was,
She meant something to me.
But I was her everything.
The ugly difference was,
She could make me happy.
But I could make her sad.
The ugly difference was,
She held some space in my heart.
But I filled hers to the brim.
The ugly difference was,
She was the sparkle in my night.
But I was her night sky.
The ugly difference was,
She was the spark to my fire.
But I was her fuel.
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