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Lingering silences are the enemies to one's mind. They invite irrational thoughts to cavort with rational ones. They present pained possibilities and strained emotions. Lingering silences from you are daggers; tipped in slow burning poison. They bleed me then sting at my eyes and mouth finally coming to rest in the pit of my stomach. There they simply dissolve my resistance to nagging insecurities and attempt to cause panic. You hold the ultimate weapons - silence and my heart. A dark dungeon and the chains of love. The order with, when I am without you, is chaos. Rushing torrents of tumultous possibilities. Though without you the only end possiblity is discontent and devastation.