Never had to question it, it just lived inside of me.
We were steady, we were solid, we were everything we needed,
Now we’re talking less and less, silence growing in between.
Conversations getting shorter, feelings harder to read,
I used to feel you in my arms, now those feelings are just memories.
I’m holding on to moments when we used to be…
Now every breath I used to breathe feels like your oxygen isn’t meant for me.
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