Longing to open my eyes and see
What the world over has to give
To touch, smell and taste with glee
To be happy to give and in turn receive
Longing for life's every moment
To be treasured and not being forgotten
For with every second being stolen
Life passes by far to sudden
Longing as I now write these words
For someone to read them
For me to be heard
As I seek to understand more than just words
I now know, longing is just a feeling that hurts
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This is what finals and anticipation are doing to me...