Breathe of Fresh Air
I feel as though I'm coming up for air.
Before I met you, I was stuck underwater not able to breathe.
I knew what love was, and fact I didn't have it wasn't fair,
But now because of you I am able to live.
You hold me above the water, never having to catch my breathe.
So please, whatever you do
Don't let go....
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