Have you ever stood leaning up against two walls that intersect joining two rooms. Running your hand up and down the cold wall. A cheek pressed up against the cold wall. Asking aloud, ” Where are you”? Wishing the lonely feeling of the cold wall was the one crave and are asking about?
The one you crave to taste. The one you crave to touch. The one you crave to hold. The one….. Will nothing else satisfy the hunger inside you but the one you crave? Will nothing else fill the emptiness?
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