The further I get from you the harder it is to breathe.
The longer I'm away, the more my chest hurts.
It's as though you have become my oxygen, my life force.
Without you I would wither away and cease to exist in a way.
A piece of me would surely die.
What a scary, but more magnificent thing that is....
having a piece of my soul living inside you.
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