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just another stupid song I wrote    well, it's a quarter past dawn and I'm home alone nothing to do our love long gone I glance at my phone and see you've moved on
You fucked me up Bad. You saw me. Saw my soul. Clean and fresh And perfectly ripe. You set your sights
And at last- I am breathing.   It is labored and it mourns what could have been,   but- I am breathing. And you are no longer my oxygen.
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