Maybe I should stop dreaming.
Maybe all those things are enough for me.
But the more you give, the more I want from you.
I want to scream, out loud and tell you.
"Please stop giving" or "If you don't mind, please give me more, and more, until you're dying because of giving me all you have."
I want the second statement to be spoken by you, soon.
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