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                   I could inhale oxygen for the rest of my life

and still never have enough air to say what

                  my lungs can no longer hold inside.

I love you and it hurts that I can't say it.

                 I could only write it down and watch as

the ink stays ever permanent.

            A reminder that I could write all these words

and have it read by the entire world, except

                                  for the one who is my entire world.

I write things I can't say not because I lack the

                            courage but because I lack your presence.

I lack you.

             I --- lack --- love you.

I --- love --- you

                 --- I ---  --- love --- you

                                                               Y O U.

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