If I continue on my present course,
I cannot help but come to lose my mind,
The strongest feeling left me is remorse,
And solitude the answer that I find.
I ask so little, yet it seems too much:
To share complete, unfettered, selfless love, To feel the titillation of a touch,
Which does not fade and we can't rise above.
I know that what I search for is not real,
Yet I can't still the yearning in my heart,
Reason decries the tenderness I feel,
Still, I trudge onward playing out my part.
I struggle daily to gain self control,
Conscious that I am heading for a fall.
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