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I'm used to holding my breath, Forcing out jokes, Always afraid to show how I feel, But with you, I breathe easy, No lump in my throat. And I guess that means this is real.
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Jul 5, 2017
Jul 5, 2017 at 4:15 PM UTC
Real
I'm used to holding my breath, Forcing out jokes, Always afraid to show how I feel, But with you, I breathe easy, No lump in my throat. And I guess that means this is real.
Just a short one I wrote on the bus! Happy Tuesday!
ThatPeteKing
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Liverpool
Jul 5, 2017
Jul 5, 2017 at 4:15 PM UTC
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