Infinite Jest

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Back to work on Monday…

Come to me now, and lay your hands over me. Even if it’s a lie, say it will be alright, and I shall believe.

Open the door and show me your face tonight. I know it’s true, no-one heals me like you, and you hold the key.

Maybe I love you, maybe I just like the sound. But if you disappear you’ll still hear when my heart hits the ground.

For all we have, what’s holding us back?