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I lost the air holding your hand burning up time breathing.
My wrists so saddened by dull razorblades.
And how brave I was staring into the sun wishing my heart was that strong.
So don't say that its all gone because there are many days I swore I lost.
You'll pull through this.
-Skycamefalling-
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