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I read your letter, sometimes the hand that shelters and feeds, must feed a
sick mind with poisoned needs. The hands that clutch, can be the same hands
that touch to much. Eyes that stare with love, read the words with eyes that
stare, while I close them to hide away the tears. Looking away in fear of
loneliness. Two things left today, one I greed, the other purpose, I have
lost me will, please take away this loneliness, I only wanted to give, not
to have it all taken away.

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