What will become of me now?

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 My dear, 

What will become of me now?

There's not a single second that passes by that's not a delirium to think of you. 

The world stopped obeying me. 

There's nothing left but to imagine you. 

Insatiable is the euphoria that I would get from caressing your skin. 

There's not a second that doesn't burn in this fever of thinking about you. 

Having you close and maintaining my sanity has been the biggest challenge I've had the last few days. 


My dear,

What will become of me now? 

Now that you have me at the mercy of your voice. 

At the shore of your walk. 

At your feet without thinking. 

Just by breathing your same air my skin bristles. 

Just by feeling your presence on the other side of the corridor my soul flies. 

My heart beats fast.

You have my absolute dedication. 

My devotion with no return. 

My dear, 

What will be come of me now? 


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Wiin 



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