Do you feel me, when I think of you?
Every memory is a seductive caress along my skin.
Haunting my senses.
Chipping away at my heart.
Moments of painful breathlessness.
Lips going numb,
Pleading for darkness to overtake my sight.
Only to wake to this hollowness.
The process in a never ending cycle.
Somehow my heaven has become my hell.
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