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oh yes, vic, there is adrenaline definitly, there is feeling, there is hope, there is wishing, there is the big beating of my heart, there is the smoking filling my lungs to replace the emptiness in my heart, the longing of my thighs, the wishing for her missing me, the words from me to her, the expecations she cannot fullfill even if i tell her, 'cause that would be like telling people what you want from christmas but ain't it nicer to get something you really like without telling someone? there is emptiness without her, there is fullfillment with her, but is it on the other side? there is adrenaline pushing me to the limits but how long can i manage to live on this level? there is just here without a t, there is she without me, here is me without here, therein lies the dilemma, would she write the same? there is missing, there is longing, there is a onewaystreet, there is a curve i cannot see behind, there is music there is dancing there is me standing beside all that there is me wishing be a part of her thoughts, there is me loving, there is me craving, there is me looking for more, there is always just me, there is just me, there is just me, there is just me and that is not enough for me, not in these times, there is the city where the hoenymoon is over with, there is empty streets, there are empty nights, there are lonely appartements, there is nothing else, there is just smoke i inhale to replace the emptiness i feel inside, there is not just her, but nobody else that gives me emotions, not even i can give them to me, there is just her, there is just her. there is chatting with her, there is texting with her, there is working with her, but she being there isnt being her here! there is just a sucker for love with hope and smoke and feelings and alcohol and wishes and loneliness. there is nothing else!