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here i am again reaching for hands i am commanded not to hold dreaming of just a whisper of your touch and again i ache a hollow space in your shape haunting everywhere i go i try not to search for you dreading my impending doom the moment i catch even a glimpse of your ghost mocking my mortality and yet possessing all of me and god help me because i cannot help it a willing captive fully at your mercy and i am afraid for my being because even ensnared i wish not to escape you blinded by your light i mistake you for heaven i am waiting at your gates saying all the prayers begging you will bless me with an eternity of your love if only i were worthy and here i weep because what use is all this i see you and i sigh keep myself at arm's length because it is not enough and it will always be like this i'm too much of a romantic to see things clearly
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Apr 17, 2022
Apr 17, 2022 at 10:03 AM UTC
romanticism is a sickness i am not sure i want to be cured of
here i am again reaching for hands i am commanded not to hold dreaming of just a whisper of your touch and again i ache a hollow space in your shape haunting everywhere i go i try not to search for you dreading my impending doom the moment i catch even a glimpse of your ghost mocking my mortality and yet possessing all of me and god help me because i cannot help it a willing captive fully at your mercy and i am afraid for my being because even ensnared i wish not to escape you blinded by your light i mistake you for heaven i am waiting at your gates saying all the prayers begging you will bless me with an eternity of your love if only i were worthy and here i weep because what use is all this i see you and i sigh keep myself at arm's length because it is not enough and it will always be like this i'm too much of a romantic to see things clearly
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Apr 17, 2022
Apr 17, 2022 at 10:03 AM UTC
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