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Jul 2010
I wish that I could breathe
I wish that you were here
I wish that you had fought for me
Instead of giving in to fear

I wish that I was worth it
I wish that you could see
The love we have is something rare
And you belong with me

But...

What's the point in wishing
When they never, ever, come true
What's the point in living
When I'm not with you
Written by
Lark Castle
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