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... and so I long for you.
I ache and cry and plead for you
my spirit screams, and i cannot answer it
you've become a need, so sick and tortured that I'm
helplessly crawling on the floor.
you grab hold of me
seduce me
reduce me to a sad sack of desire
confuse me
and then refuse me.
why don't you want me?
am I not good enough to love you?
not worthy to stand in your presence?
or to break bread with you?
scale mountains with you?
or even to make peace with you?
you let me in, you kick me out.
I'm sick of going through your revolving door.
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