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Some people say love is a waist of time,
But it’s all that I have…
It’s all that I can look for
It’s all that I can hold
It’s all that I can know

I hold my breath, almost dieing,
Waiting for it to leave,
Why hasn’t it left?
Why hasn’t it hurt me yet?

I buried myself in self doubt
And I suffocated in my own hurt
I let myself feel the pain
But now I opened my life up and
I know he loves me…
And it is all I have,
All that I need
All I can see
All I can touch
All I know

I was looking for the ending,
But all I found was the beginning

Does it flow right?

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