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Dec 2014
You owe me many nights of sleep
and medicine for making me weak
I can't even breathe anymore
because my lungs are battered and sore
from trying to tell you I love you
Over and over and over
Written by
Phoenix Rising  122/Non-binary/Death's Door
(122/Non-binary/Death's Door)   
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