Please tell your mind to stop screaming at me.

Your eyes to stop pleading.

Your lips to stop persuading.

Your touch to stop lingering.

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For the use of such tactics is really quite unfair.

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The all seeing world

The spoken word

The everlasting whisper

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Running from you is what my life has become.

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Legs moving, feet still.

Mind racing, thoughts frozen.

Eyes crying, tears dry.

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My mouth may be opening and closing, a smile upon my rosy lips,

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But happiness is gone

Sorrow fills the void

Heartbreaks all consuming

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So please if you will, ask your mind to stop calling for me.

Your eyes to stop searching for me.

Your lips to stop begging for me.

Your touch to stop reaching for me.

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For it really is quite unfair.