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November 28, 2011
I want to hold you, oh darling creature. To shush those feelings of self-loathing with kisses. I don't know you. (Or maybe I do.) I don't know if you're male or female (although I'm guessing female). I don't know if you'd push away my reassurances or cling to them like a child to her mother's apron. Sometimes, I pretend you're talking to me so I can feel the love you feel for them.

I wait for your words with nail-bitten fingers, hoping, praying that you'll finish so that the whole world can read what you've written.

Keep going.