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The pain is all consuming,
An overwhelming agony,
Leaving us puning, sick.
When will there be a cure?
A nostrum, any sort of healing
Tonic...
When will there be a salvation?
I want your arms back around me,
(--But they were never really there--)
I want the feel of your breath on my neck,
(--But that breath has already ceased--)
I want the warmth of your body,
The cool look in your eyes,
(--Your body is cold--)
(--Why won't your eyes open?--)
But you were his....
There's a certain type of pain I feel...
But I think it's going away now.
I think the numbness is kicking in,
The opium overwhelming my veins.
What are we without our pleasures?
Without our pains.
Only the shallow let their emotions
Follow them for years.
I shall control them.
(--Your bodies getting cooler, your blood is on my floor--)
Why did you go to him?
Why couldn't you have just chosen me?
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