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My heart goes out.
It lives not in my body;
It hasn't since I don't know when.
I don't want to feel my feelings--
I want yours.
Pain.
Sorrow.
Love.
Joy?
Not mine; yours.
I can do it very well. You must have noticed.
It's only when I've only got my own that I falter.
I want yours, my children,
If only to keep me from mine.
I want yours, my children,
If only because I think you need me.
I need your love; I can give more than I get.