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with every breath i took my lungs filled with you; and for every second that your heart was closed to me I taught myself how to breathe again.
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Jun 9, 2015
Jun 9, 2015 at 7:13 PM UTC
windpipes filled with dust
with every breath i took my lungs filled with you; and for every second that your heart was closed to me I taught myself how to breathe again.
I lost all self respect waiting for you to come around but I don't write about you anymore.
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Jun 9, 2015
Jun 9, 2015 at 7:13 PM UTC
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