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it takes all my strength not to dig you up from the ground in which you lay  

Apathy.

He tells me all the time that all he wants is to see me, to hold me, to have me in the flesh. He rants and raves and pines. And here I am.. little old me. Unable to muster up a twinkle in my eye or a thrill in my heart. I’ve grown eternally cold.