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If I think of you,
It's hard to breathe.
You steal my breath away,
out of my grasp.
You stole my heart,
you stole my breath,
You stole my mind,
my thoughts, and my love...
And now, I'm bleeding.
Bleeding out my love to you.
You left me bleeding.
I just die.
Along with my love.
Along with my memory.
Unrequited love just isn't enough.
I'm left dry.
I can't live without my love returned,
because you stole it...
and I need it...
Along with a heart.
It was hopefully yours,
alas,
it was no one's,
and I'm left to bleed.
I'm suffocating...
It's hard to breathe.