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Jun 2016
your very existence is like the oxygen;

you make my insides burn,
yet i just can't seem to have enough of you.

hell,
one minute without you
and i'm already suffocating;
turning blue and purple,

ran cold;
limp;
lifeless;
empty.
i can't live without you,
even though you'll be the death of me.
Written by
Detha  25/F/Indonesia
(25/F/Indonesia)   
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