We are born with an automatic contract:
In sickness and in health.
I'm a soul promised to a body.
We constantly betray each other.
She gives me aches and pains I shouldn't feel but way into my years.
Sometimes I refuse to feed her, making her rumble in anger.
But we care for each other.
Because when I submerge my head under thousands of blue droplets, my body will write and wiggle to get me to oxygen.
She won't let me give up that easily.
And when my legs shake and my knees buckle under stress I reminder her to get up again.
And I will dread the day I will part with her,
For her exterior is all I've ever known.
I will remember every curve, scar, and freckle better than any fingertips.
No person will know my body like I -my souls- does.
My skin and bones will recall my first thought and memory to my last.
No person will see me -my soul- like my body does.
Even though it seems like we don't always get along,
We still love each other.
We must.
For we are one.
Stitched together by chance and life.
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