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I picture it. I see his eyes. I hear his voice.
Yet, I have not looked. I haven't seen. I have not heard.
Oh the torture. If only one single touch, I would rejoice.
I desperately want, not need him. Oh these feeling spurred.

Can I have just one single prayer? Oh just to feel him, to see him, to touch him.
Lord, the thought, it brings such delight into my heart.
The thought, oh the thought, is the bright dim.
It is the disturbing silence, the burning cold, the ending start.

Why... why are we destine to be so close yet so distant.
Why? why do these feeling come today? come now? come forever?
What is the meaning? what is the answer? I'd die for a hint.
Oh am I crazy? an adolecent girl. oh arousing yet clever.

There is no where, no place to start or to stop.
I must end here. I must get free of this. this. cell.
I beg I fall to my knees god. i drop. i drop.
"Patience is a virtue" yes yes. i must wait. and i must dwell.