Sometimes I feel I'm holding back the tide.
I bend, but don't break.
I strain. I struggle.
I have him covered.
I protect him.I hold him close.
He checks on me to make sure I'm okay.
His hand is warm when he grasps me. He runs it over me reassuringly.
I restrain him.
In that sense, I'm like Eames. Or, is she like me???
I bend, but don't break.
I strain. I struggle.
I have him covered.
I protect him.I hold him close.
He checks on me to make sure I'm okay.
His hand is warm when he grasps me. He runs it over me reassuringly.
I restrain him.
In that sense, I'm like Eames. Or, is she like me???
What am I?
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