imagine being loved in a way you can understand. you imagine it, you think about it. it’s almost like an obsession. it snakes into your head sometimes and forces itself to take up space. it leaves you completely other days. it’s like you don’t even know yourself. like you’re just another walking body, aimless and blank faced, even to yourself. you hold a hand. it makes you feel none of the things you’ve been waiting to feel. you hold your friends and you will yourself to leech energy from this action. you’re a bank account, love. and you’ve been coming up empty for longer than you can remember. don’t you just want to be loved so hard that you could be fooled into believing that everything was alright? don’t you just want to be filled with joy, the end of this death walking?
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