You were my everything:
My air
Food
Rest
Peace
Break
My life
And then you disappeared,
And I drowned, suffocated, starved and burned all at the same time
And I still have burn marks and damaged airways
Yet I'm surviving
Surviving, but not living
Not living...not without you
(Original)
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