E-ating at my soul, cutting like a knife
M-ust be love the way it hurts and pleases at the same time
O-nly you can stop the pain I'm enduring
T-his is torture, not being able to be with you
I-miss you so much, do you ever think of me too?
O-r do you just feel pity for me.
N-ever mind the last sentence, I don't want to know

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