day 267

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Harsh noises,
Harsh lights.
My mind drifts to
Unhappy, unsettling places
When I am alone.
I need your constant embrace
To complete my wandering mind.
I may sound clingy,
And for that,
I'm truly sorry.
I just love you.

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