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Feb 2014
covered in filth
but unable
to become clean
for fear of washing away
what
was
and may never be
                                again

insatiably hungry
but unable to
fill the rumbling
void
with anything but
                              you

tired
(emotionally, physically
exhausted)
but unable to sleep
for fear of missing a
second of
us
before we  
reach our
                        inevitable
end
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Written by
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   Nick Durbin and sw
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