Loneliness
It feels like a child who needs to be swaddled.
I need to be held and pulled tight into his chest.
It feels like a child who needs to be swaddled.
I need to be held and pulled tight into his chest.
No denying now; I am an old soul. One of a few, that are in a wired universe of youthful exuberance and blissful ignorance.
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