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I CAN KEEP A STRAIGHT FACE.
THE ONLY THING THAT BETRAYS ME IS MY HEARTS RACE.AND THE THOUGHT OF ME

BELIEVING THAT THERE IS NO LOVE LEFT ANYWHERE FOR Me HURTS MORE THAN THE

THOUGHT OF LOSING IT. IM TRYNA FIND A BREATH INSIDE, DEEP ENOUGH FOR ME TO

BREATHE EASY, BUT MY CHEST HURTs SO MUCH I BURST INTO TEARS. BUT LETS JUST

CALL IT A RESPONSE TO THE INTENSITY OF MY LACK OF INHALATION THAN FROM A

LOVE LOST AND A WASTE OF TIME DEFINED BY THE BITTER EMPTINESS IN ME. SWEET

IS THE RELEASE BUT NOT THE MEMORY. I JUST WISH I KNEW MY RELEVANCE AND IF

I EVER MEANT MORE TO YOU THEN WHATEVER YOU HOLD DEAR OR APPEAR TO, JUST TO

BE NEAR YOU. AND THAT LONGING ALONE SEEMS MORE ABSURD THAN ANYTHING AND

ANYONE SANE ENOUGH TO KNOW WHEN SOMEONE CANT POSSIBLY SEE PAST THEIR OWN

SATISFACTION. WHILE THERE IS SOMETHING LEFT THAT REMAINS INSATIABLE LIKE

YOUR BRESENCE, BUT A LESSON, WHATS BEST IS YOUR ABSENCE.