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Do you ever wake up, With your lungs bruised? Because you couldn't breathe- I can't ******* breathe. You're not next to me, You're not there, And it's like my chest just recognized this. They start hyperventalating One collapses. But if you were next to me, I'd give you the rest of it- My air. This isn't love this is torture But as of now- there is no difference
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Nov 26, 2014
Nov 26, 2014 at 9:17 PM UTC
Torture
Do you ever wake up, With your lungs bruised? Because you couldn't breathe- I can't ******* breathe. You're not next to me, You're not there, And it's like my chest just recognized this. They start hyperventalating One collapses. But if you were next to me, I'd give you the rest of it- My air. This isn't love this is torture But as of now- there is no difference
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Nov 26, 2014
Nov 26, 2014 at 9:17 PM UTC
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