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There's a feeling that words

cannot express.

A sublime torture that I 

did not want to confess.

Torture is not the right 

word now, but a realization

at its best.

This feeling has encompassed

my time.

Time turns into a melding pot

where the beginning and end is won.

You cannot feel what I feel,

but you can feel the feeling 

that I feel.

Come inside with your

psychological tests, but

there are no words to express

this sublime realization torture

for it doesn't rest.

I feel you are the reason,

but when I look in the mirror, 

you don't exist.

Only the reflection

of my torn up face

filled with scars

from this feeling's embrace.

A tortured soul doesn't

stare back, 

but this sublime realization 

of this "love" for you that

I lack.

Hold me now, 

I'd like to scream,

but you holding me and

me holding you is time

that has not yet one.