At the first we were playing
After some days we habit together
After some times, it was not habit
I feel that I did not habit
I feel you as my necessary thing
Like weather, oxygen, water
Like a fish that need to water
And is alive in the water
I am alive with you
As blood in my veins
I Breath with your memory
And live only with you
I need you a lot
I miss you a lot
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