Weeks turn into
months and the
more I see you
the more I like
you, but the more
I see you the more
I realise that I
don't have a chance.
—I HAVE TO
LEARN TO
BREATHE
WITHOUT
OXYGEN
*****
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31 : I HAVE TO LEARN TO BREATHE WITHOUT OXYGEN
Weeks turn into
months and the
more I see you
the more I like
you, but the more
I see you the more
I realise that I
don't have a chance.
—I HAVE TO
LEARN TO
BREATHE
WITHOUT
OXYGEN
*****
