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But if I wake up tomorrow I know you wont be there

and that's what makes me want to die

in my sleep.



Still if I live through one more night I know you're still

    out there

and that's what keeps me up till dawn-

I can't sleep.



Why can't I express the ways, all the ways I love you?

When I know you're here, for real,

my stomach aches, I tremble.



For if I kiss you, I may die-but wouldn't I be happy?

Although I know your lips are soft,

they pierce my painful soul.



It always seems to paralyze me.

I can never leave, although it hurts.

There's pleasure in my pain.



If I go, will you stay? Or will you leave forever?

Or will you cry, or laugh, or die?

Sometimes I don't know you.



But I feel you, I see you

I hear you, I smell you

I taste you hours after we part.



You satisfy my hungry being.



I have two choices in front of me.

Choose you my love, or sanity?

Now I have no clue, What shuld I do?