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but you
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primitive it's slipping
falling away from me
the black death has taken it
it's leaving me
with desolate dull flowers
alone
alone and nothing else
you don't understand it yet
how long do i have to wait
for you
what am i doing
what am i
why am i here
wasting
left with nothing but an empty hole inside me
left here with nothing
to live for
but you
nothing left to live for but you.
I find myself thinking this sometimes.
I find that I couldn't live my life without love,
without my husband. this is life and it is real.