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If you woke up and wished that you held me in your hand, you know its too late. If I close my eyes, praying that the demons of thought that chase me in every waking moment of my day could be vanquished by this denial I wrap myself in... I could speak, speak, speak until I have no breathe saying only to myself what I wish I could say to you- how worthless it would be, only because it were not said to you.