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Craving Hugs

I've been deprived of hugs so much,

That even my soul craves one tonight,

As it desperately wants to scream,

And yell and silently say,

So many things,

Only if someone would listen,

What it really craves,

And what it's scared of,

Even in broad daylight,

As it finds patterns,

And psychoanalyses itself,

While still questioning the same old questions,

Yet without answers,

Yet without closure,

Yet without accepting everything that happened,

That broke her,

That mended her,

That hurt her,

That healed her,

I want to scream,

And I want to be hugged tonight.


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