I manifest your face just to lightly touch air,
I pretend that I'm here with you,
That's neither here nor there,
I saturate myself in your fantasy,
Crying as I draw on your lines,
It's as simple and complex as it can be,
To think about you all the time.
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Sometimes delusions, fantasy, they're all we have.
We hold fast to them.
Not because we're crazy, but instead because we ache for something that isn't in our grasp at that moment.
To feel something so strongly, to hold it so closely and not be able to touch it, nothing hurts worse.
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