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The air just seemed to cut off from my lungs. My heart in your hands waiting to break again. Right now it seems so far from the truth, but I would STILL die for you. One bullet to the heart and three to my head. And with hazy eyes I still find a way to stare at you. Watching your every move, I pray for you to accidently jump off that bridge your feet stand apon. These eyes that cry this soul that dies those words you lie.