Luke
Sinking feeling in my gut, I know the time is near but I wish not to face it.You say the words Ive known were coming and my legs weaken beneath me,a crushing sensation envelops me; I weep for what I can not change.
The memory of how you touched me, how you breath my name of how I feel when I'm in your arms.
Thoughts of you swirl through my mind, making the pain worsen.
Insidious whispers feed fears of never finding what I seek, what I desire and what I need; fueling the suffering I must endure, though I wish it it not upon you.
The memory of how you touched me, how you breath my name of how I feel when I'm in your arms.
Thoughts of you swirl through my mind, making the pain worsen.
Insidious whispers feed fears of never finding what I seek, what I desire and what I need; fueling the suffering I must endure, though I wish it it not upon you.
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