Left hanging
She is still breathing the same air where you left her.
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PoetryI wonder, when could I see the real world. When could I see there was no us. When could I see that it was nothing but a puppy love. When could I see that it was just a show. It was just a game everyone enjoyed. It was just a game where I lose him ev...
III. She was...
Left hanging
She is still breathing the same air where you left her.
