I love her like oxygen. Oxygen: It's always around, and we take it for granted. It's like, man I love breathing air. No you don't you moron you love oxygen. You just breath everything at once and your lungs figure it out. Taken for granted.
She loves me like oxygen is loved by a drowning man.
This is a pretty big difference. Is it bad?
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