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Oct 2012
You  are my breathe of fresh air,
Its as if,
I was drowning.
But you saw me there,
And you saved me,
From tears,
Heartbreak,
And my fears.

As I sit here writing.
I cannot help it--
As my thoughts wander back to you.
Lets just hope,
You aren't too good to be true.
Written by
Kristina Muller
548
   Always Ally and Timothy
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