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Oct 12
I am desperate for love
and needy for attention
To live is to love.
But in this body, I can do nothing
I can only wait.
Until my skin feels right,
and my limbs no longer loose.
When outside matches within,
maybe then, I can finally find love.
Written by
Dylan
38
   Rob Rutledge
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