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Restless, desperate and single minded.

I wait for you, but you have other plans.

I look for you, but you’re not around.

I’m so hungry, but you don’t seem to have much of an appetite.

So much longing and such great indifference, a match made to push me over the edge.

Perhaps I will try playing with knives to pass the time. Or banging my head against the wall to distract me from this inner aching.

I don’t care about anything else.

I will watch the clock until you give in, or I give out.


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