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I'm dependent on your voice.
I look to your presence for guidance.
When you don't call me,
My face is butchered with contortions,
My eyes are saturated with emotion,
And my insides fight each other.
Your voice is my IV drip,
And I slowly begin to dwindle when I don't get mine.
So don't kill me, love.
Please, don't kill me.