Thursday, March 15, 2012

i did not like to be touched, but it was a strange dislike. i did not like to be touched because i craved it too much

i wanted to be held very tight so i would not break. even now, when people lean down to touch me, or hug me, or put a hand on my shoulder, i hold my breath. i turn my face. i want to cry.



honey, where did the all love go ?

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