Fingers nudging keys. Begging truth to be revealed. But with nothing to give, what can i bring. My eyes are burning, tired in the night. But my mind is blank, longing to be more. For now these words, scrawled upon paper are all i have, too tired to go on. Words press into my mind, asking to be let out, but as i reach for them i find they dissapear. These half-written ideas, wishes, and dreams, pale in comparison to you.
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