Although my love seems eternally fleeting, 
I can still feel my heart forever beating, 
but internally I am always weeping, 
and my body is always screaming, 
for what I truly want, 
is ultimately escaping me.

Oh how my eyes are truly tearing, 
while my soul is surly ripping, 
and my mind is oh so slowly slipping.

How can I continue to eternally be gripping,
onto that which is forever missing?

Sensations of which are never returning, 
and oh how I am slowly expiring, 
in a world that is always oh so,

treacherously beguiling.

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