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everything i've ever wanted lives so far away

and i don't think that i can survive without it here

singing me to sleep during the late nights

in the colds beds we've rotted away in for all these years.



i'd like to feel your warm hands

going across my tired skin

creating bumps and chills wherever they wander

trying to get me out of my deep sadness

for the lonely times that i have spent thinking of you.