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Desire..

The irrational cause for my lack of sleep.

A longing for something more..

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‎”Perhaps you don’t understand. But I can’t sleep. I can hardly breathe thinking of you. Your image is before my eyes every waking second. I almost believe that I would sacrifice my kingdom for an hour in your arms. I beg you, name some place that we can meet and when.  I can show you truly an affection which is beyond common affection. Written with the hand of your servant.”

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