How do I breathe
How do I smile
How do I look at you
Gave an inch you took a mile
How do I survive
How do I live
How do I move on
I have no more to give
I keep trying to move on
I keep trying to not cry
But it feels like I am being stabbed
When your not by my side
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i can't even freaking write...
to depressed
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I keep trying to move on
I keep trying to not cry
But it feels like I am being stabbed
When your not by my side
i think you showed with these lines the addiction you can have to somone regardless of if they treat you terribly -
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well you wrote this very well

