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Give Me It

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ToSeeIfIStillFeel

Published: Oct 10, 2010

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Come on,
Make this painless,
Or at least hurt a little less.
You have it,
Give it here.
Oh for God's sake,
Do you think I care?
I've had enough,
I give up.
It isn't worth the fight anymore.
Give.
Me.
It.
You're hurting me dear.
Every second you deprive me,
I'm slowly decaying away.
Do you even care anymore?
No,
It's doubtful.
Stupid question.
Just hurry up,
And hand it over.
Give.
It.
I gave up.
You're only prolonging this,
Even that'll prolong it.
Because deep down,
We both know how this is will end.

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Everyone has their own "it", what they feed off of, what is used to keep them going. And sometimes, the deprivation causes desperation, and begging becomes shameless. Your "it" can be anything, and maybe not even something physical at all.

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