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I breathe it fills my lungs the atmosphere if warmth that surrounds as I stand amongst the mess that yu have somehow made perfect Yet I don't understand why you choose me every single time you want me
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Apr 28, 2017
Apr 28, 2017 at 6:28 AM UTC
Confused Perfection
I breathe it fills my lungs the atmosphere if warmth that surrounds as I stand amongst the mess that yu have somehow made perfect Yet I don't understand why you choose me every single time you want me
#confusedperfection#me#saviour#save#chosen#love
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Apr 28, 2017
Apr 28, 2017 at 6:28 AM UTC
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