hiraeth.

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I have wasted my time, 

my air, 

my words.


And still you raid my thoughts,
but for what reason?


You've never spoke a word.

Bat an eye,

turned my way.


And I insist I can't take it,

but I just can't get rid rid rid of you.


And now more than ever I need you to leave.

Another block on the tower, it may just fall down. 

Have mercy, 

have mercy. 

 I beg.



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