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Obsession
My life is burrowed in pain, something that has become me I have no peace, I have no place There is no way I can survive But I see your light It shines towards me, and guides me somewhere clear Where I can sleep and be filled with tranquility rarely found when my eyes are open I search for you any chance I get I try to find you, especially as the nights grow colder I can't sleep without seeing you; I can't breathe unless at one point I have felt your breath upon my face I call out to you during the night And reach for you when you aren't near I need you like I need the air that fills my lungs Like the blood that causes my heart to remain alive Without you there is no me You are my obsession
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Remy watched her as she entered the school. He had been following her to and from her home. At times watching over her like a guardian angel. He feared that his obsession was getting much deeper. He woke up in a cold sweat at night and clung to his sheets, his eyes burning bright with fear of the unknown. He longed for her, longed to be near her and longed to hold her in his arms. But he found that impossible unless it was during the still of the night.
He wanted to take her away with him, to steal her away like the thief he was and leave no trace so that they could not be followed. He knew she would come gladly. But he had nothing to give her. He owned nothing. He sat on the tree and leaned his head back, her face playing in his dreams. He licked his lips and remembered the touch of her flesh against his large hands.
He wanted, no, needed more. Her skin was soft and unmarred. So pale against the moonlight and yet all he could do was look. His intentions weren't vulgar or crude, but the overwhelming urge to just save her from the monstrosity of the world pained him.
His every thought and every move were focused on her. He was afraid that his wanting was eating him slowly away. He feared that he would hurt her, or even himself with the need to be with her completely. He wondered if he should just leave her be.
Perhaps the obsession would wane off. She needed better than what he could give her, he would see her one last time and than he would betray her. He should not have continued this; he gave her hope for what was impossible and could never be. She would hate him and he would love her, and just as silently as he slipped into her life, he intended to slip away.
Obsession
My life is burrowed in pain, something that has become me I have no peace, I have no place There is no way I can survive But I see your light It shines towards me, and guides me somewhere clear Where I can sleep and be filled with tranquility rarely found when my eyes are open I search for you any chance I get I try to find you, especially as the nights grow colder I can't sleep without seeing you; I can't breathe unless at one point I have felt your breath upon my face I call out to you during the night And reach for you when you aren't near I need you like I need the air that fills my lungs Like the blood that causes my heart to remain alive Without you there is no me You are my obsession
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Remy watched her as she entered the school. He had been following her to and from her home. At times watching over her like a guardian angel. He feared that his obsession was getting much deeper. He woke up in a cold sweat at night and clung to his sheets, his eyes burning bright with fear of the unknown. He longed for her, longed to be near her and longed to hold her in his arms. But he found that impossible unless it was during the still of the night.
He wanted to take her away with him, to steal her away like the thief he was and leave no trace so that they could not be followed. He knew she would come gladly. But he had nothing to give her. He owned nothing. He sat on the tree and leaned his head back, her face playing in his dreams. He licked his lips and remembered the touch of her flesh against his large hands.
He wanted, no, needed more. Her skin was soft and unmarred. So pale against the moonlight and yet all he could do was look. His intentions weren't vulgar or crude, but the overwhelming urge to just save her from the monstrosity of the world pained him.
His every thought and every move were focused on her. He was afraid that his wanting was eating him slowly away. He feared that he would hurt her, or even himself with the need to be with her completely. He wondered if he should just leave her be.
Perhaps the obsession would wane off. She needed better than what he could give her, he would see her one last time and than he would betray her. He should not have continued this; he gave her hope for what was impossible and could never be. She would hate him and he would love her, and just as silently as he slipped into her life, he intended to slip away.