I've spent my life trying to breathe through punctured lungs, and you were like a breath of fresh air. Some things just aren't fair, are they?
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Randomi wrote this when i thought love was the look in his eyes rather than mine.
breathe
I've spent my life trying to breathe through punctured lungs, and you were like a breath of fresh air. Some things just aren't fair, are they?
