Loving you was like breathing an air every day.
I can't stop, for it helps me to live.
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The Garden of Words
RandomThis is not a story. This is a collection of feelings written during those times when I only got my frail heart and mind. And lost the colorful butterfly in my sight.
XXXIII. Loving You
Loving you was like breathing an air every day.
I can't stop, for it helps me to live.