blissfulhappiness
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I crave it everyday
I do not "want" I need
The feel, the touch, the way it makes me feel
It brings me calmness and a sense of security
I am lost without it; it defines me as a person
Has my heart fallen into the pits of dispair
or have I still yet to learn the basic functionings of breathing
Must I vouch for love for the sake of others as I
The blood drips down from the scar that was just created.
The rush of pain and anxiety, no longer subdated.
Her tears were dripping like soild rain,
Dreaming of the day she could rid herself of the pain.
Find yourself exploring
Less bags and more outdoors
See the setting sun
Hear the chirping birds
Smell the sea salted ocean water
Taste the fresh air
Touch the slimy catch of the day
