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Jan 2014
Sometimes when I'm with you
It doesn't hurt to breathe.

You put your hand on my leg,
Which gives me a reason to live,
But only if you're here
Holding my hand.

It hurts when your lips touch mine
Because they wont stay forever.

But in every moment with you,
I want to fly.
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