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Cuddles...

Kinda like a vent post. Star it or not, up to you. Thank you for taking your time to read this through.

The world can be quite depressing. The want, the need to be with another simply for touch is over sexualized. I wish I had someone to hold onto or them hold onto me, reassuring that I am going to be alright.

Through sickness, heart attacks, depression/suicidal episodes and etc. The feeling to just lay in my bed with my natural appearance and their hand so soothingly rubs up then down my back. Taking turns cuddling the other to sleep, claming them down from an awful nightmare.

I do not wish to seek for lover or partner. Just someone close that understands me for who I am and my troubles. I do not wish to keep spilling the past so that others have their "research" on me before getting too close.

I hate I open like a book, the lock too rusted to keep others out. I hate that I want to trust another with my health to receive nothing in return for being theirs. I am not an object, neither are you.

I hate that I can be easily manipulated by the simple promise of food to do the work of others. I hate that I can work get my body past it's limit, for when I break no one wants a part of it. They are disgusted.

Only thing that saves me is a mother's love. But even now that is not enough. As I continue with the beginning stages of Adulthood, I wonder if I will have to struggle to survive every day.

My fragile and terrible body never to receive the warm of care & love. Only to get close then ripped away from ever glimpsing at that bright light. Close or living on the streets as I can no longer afford a roof over my head.

Struggling day by day to get food with such little paid compared to the booming prices. I am drowning but it is silent, just like some of the peers around me. This new youth is sinking into the pit of despair and death.

Again thank you for reading and drop a 🍞 in the comments to let me know you ready it though. Peace out my peeps, get in a good nap today.