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I've been counting the hours
since you left me
to do what seems to be
more important
more entertaining
more more more.
Everyone seems to be wanting
more than what they have.
When what they have
is more than enough,
when what you have
should be all that you need.
I guess
I am not what you need,
but you are what I need
to keep my heart beating,
my blood flowing,
to keep me
sane.
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