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Oh, how I would very much like to hold you, twirl you around, only if I had the potency to now a day. I undergo weakness in your presence, as if I am able to merely crawl with my bloody raw knees to attain you within my embrace, to enlighten your piece of mind in thee picture that remained unchanged. Like the asphalt gets a bit rockier and slightly further away as I, I creep just to get a hold of you, to inhale the your natural scent, the one I would be capable to exist on. Such as if nature desires for me to convert my ways, and fail on my persistence towards you. As if...you ought to rather be nonexistent to me than the individual I live for. Don't you comprehend my state on mind these days? I'm trying to manage, my tiresome position aches all of my waking moments. I lay in a fetal position gasp the air you once breathe, and survive my life from that moment in time.