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I've been restless the past few nights.
I can't seem to come to my senses.
I have constant dreams of what you and I aren't.
If I close my eye you'll appear,
and God, I can't have that.
I can't live without you,
But it also looks like I can't live with you.
What should I do?

(a.s)

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