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I woke up with the need To breathe Heaving thinking of you leaving No transition Point to your position Tell me what you want I can't let you haunt We're not like this I thought you'd miss Me Us We I want nothing more, nothing less I'm sorry i got us into this mess
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Sep 21, 2016
Sep 21, 2016 at 8:40 AM UTC
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I woke up with the need To breathe Heaving thinking of you leaving No transition Point to your position Tell me what you want I can't let you haunt We're not like this I thought you'd miss Me Us We I want nothing more, nothing less I'm sorry i got us into this mess
I thought this Monday would be the worst It was actually the best With the onset of a tuesday, pain found its way.
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Sep 21, 2016
Sep 21, 2016 at 8:40 AM UTC
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