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I can't remember the last time i was comforted.
Sat down and had someone tell me i'm truly beautiful, tell me how my eyes where like fires and my skin smooth.
I can't remember the last time i had my hand held.
Fingertips brushing against mine, leaning in close and stolen glances.
I can't remember the last time someone looked at me for who i am.
Behind the mask, to hold me and tell me it's okay to let out all the sadness i had stored inside.
I can't remember the last time i felt as though someone was truly there.
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~ HUMAN INTROSPECTION ~
Poetry~*~*~*~ ~*~*~*~ A collection of poetry and philosophical questions made to question the relations and views we have of ourselves and others. I encourage readers to explore themselves and allow their thoughts to run unfiltered while reading. I hope...
