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I can see you
I can feel you
and if I try,
I can taste you

I see eyes I'll never stare into
hands that will never touch me
skin I'll never caress
and lips I'll never kiss.

Were you put here
solely for my torture?
for my agony?
to increase my standing suffering
a thousand-fold?

Could you ever feel
the way I burn for you?
and could you ever
burn for me, too?

But you won't hear me,
and you won't see me,
and you won't know me.

Your thoughts will never be

consumed
by one such as me.

My pain
will go unrealized.

And I will go on.

and that...
is the worst of it all.