You

I have my heart,

my lungs,

and my soul, 

but I don't have you,

so tell me how I'm supposed to breath when your my oxygen,

heal my soul when you tore everything down,

make my heart work when you took it and smashed it to pieces,

and be able to get over you.

 

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