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Restraint.

The ants inside my brain
Never quiet when your around

When it gets too silent
My bones hurt with the thoughts of you
That are too heavy for my mind

When you are near
my body aches with wanting to be close to you

We are both going to die,
What’s the point in restraining ourselves?
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