I am content, when I am with you.
But when away from the presence and thought of you,
The emptiness within howls at me like the winds of a wretched wilderness.
The echos that they carry, of memories past, deafen the voices out of the chaos that I carry with me at all times.
I try to reach out to you to explain what I really want from you.
But you are either unaware or ambivalent to my silent cry.
I love you but I need more.
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