To live in her shadow,
To treasure her every touch,
every brush of her shoulders,
every whisper,
every smile,
every look.
To die in want,
of the absolute unattainable,
and to smile,
with every blow,
while the voices in your head,
scream in agony,
crushed between what you do feel,
and what you cant feel.
To treasure her every touch,
every brush of her shoulders,
every whisper,
every smile,
every look.
To die in want,
of the absolute unattainable,
and to smile,
with every blow,
while the voices in your head,
scream in agony,
crushed between what you do feel,
and what you cant feel.
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