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Feb 2013
Today. I feel
Hopeless.
Empty.

I lust after your attention.
Please, crave me
in the way
that I
crave

Your present, your future,
your heart, your soul.

I am sick but
I cannot find
the cure for this
infection:
you.
ray
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