The girl shuddered.
She needed someone.
Someone to hold, someone to hold her hand, someone to keep her warm, someone to kiss, someone to make everything alright, even when the world was falling apart.
Not just anyone. That someone.
But there is no-one.
She is perfectly alone.
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Words In My Head
PoetryThe thoughts and musings of no-one in particular. A collection of short-stories and poems.
