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Mar 2014
the crave for human contact with one being
the hunger to hold them in your arms at one am, inhaling their very being
the desire to be noticed by them, at any means necessary
the infatuation with an idea of someone, no matter how far fetched your brain makes that someone out to be

is miniscule compared to how much i want you.
y i k e s
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y i k e s  24/F/Everywhere
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