The pretty blonde and you

Why are my eyes so far sunk into my face that all reality seems suddenly so far away

and entangled so that to close my eyes and open them again doesn't give me rest,

but a mere break from the suction of this drain.

It is painful to lack so much that you no longer like anything you lack it all.

I try to like but like means I not a and e not c. Not c. Not see,

maybe if I hadn't seen.

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