oh, to be in your arms right now. actually, to be in anybody's arms. i don't want that typical "hello/goodbye" hug. i want the kind of hug that's so deep that water starts running down your cheeks. i want that kind of hug that marks me with your scent and your touch. i want that kind of hug when you feel like you can't let go, or else the world collapses. and it doesn't matter how long it is. if it's one hour, one minute or just a few seconds. just to feel the deep sadness and the hunger of tenderness coming out from both our bodies. because we're both so deprived and numb inside. i'll call you angel because i know deep down you've already died once, hoping that hug will bring your soul back.
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