Like the fog

That moment when you know it's over. It doesn't always hit you like a brick wall. Sometimes the awful knowledge seeps into your awareness like a dense fog. You're helpless to prevent it, Porous thing that you are. You just absorb. And hope That you're just imagining things, That you're wrong, That the phone will …

Hunger

It feels good when someone has compassion for you. When they comfort or soothe you. If you don't have a lot of people loving you when you're little, you discover really quickly, that if you're pitiful, people will come love on you, do for you, and feel for you. You have attention. It's great. But …

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