Love - Or Something Like It.

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I used lay in bed at night with my eyes open because they wouldn't stay closed. They fixated on the obscurity of the room, unable to see anything but I didn't need to see anything anyway. I wouldn't have been able to comprehend it because I was too busy wanting and waiting and thinking of all the possible outcomes. I was craving you and wanting you. I was starving to be used behind a mask constructed with the idea of love.





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