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I've always wondered what it would feel like to be held while I cry. Letting my tears seep into the other persons collar. Synching my breathing with theirs. Feeling their gentle caress up and down my back, calming my swollen heart. and the warmth. Oh how comforting the warmth would be. --- I've spent so many nights caressing my own back, letting my pillow case soak up all my sorrows. Blankets warming my emotional chills. Ive learned to be my own shoulder to cry on. But, its feels weak. As if it can't hold anymore of my lonely tears. I think its at capacity.
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Jan 13, 2015
Jan 13, 2015 at 2:01 PM UTC
Capacity
I've always wondered what it would feel like to be held while I cry. Letting my tears seep into the other persons collar. Synching my breathing with theirs. Feeling their gentle caress up and down my back, calming my swollen heart. and the warmth. Oh how comforting the warmth would be. --- I've spent so many nights caressing my own back, letting my pillow case soak up all my sorrows. Blankets warming my emotional chills. Ive learned to be my own shoulder to cry on. But, its feels weak. As if it can't hold anymore of my lonely tears. I think its at capacity.
I've lived my life constantly comforting myself. And in times where I feel especially lonely, I wonder what it would feel like to have somebody else to the comforting.
#lonely#longing#warmth
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Jan 13, 2015
Jan 13, 2015 at 2:01 PM UTC
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