have i confused lust for love, or love for lust.
because a day without you,
feels like i'm holding my breath under water,
until i like feel oxygen is a must.but while my feet are in the sand,
and i'm far away from the water.
you never once crossed my mind,
or at least with no intentions i had planned.

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