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It cannot be.
I must not find beauty there
I must not want that body
I must not desire that flesh
I cannot seek out that soul
          to merge it with mine.

It cannot be.
Though my emptiness desires it.
How can I be so alone,
Yet continue to deny myself?
How can I ache so bad,
How can I yearn and hurt and
be so empty-
        and continue to deny myself?

And what would happen if I did not deny?
If I did not hide my longings?
And indulged my need?
Then what would be?
No family?  Friends?  Career?  What?
Would I be happy then?
Could I be happy then?