Vehemence

Vehemence

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Maybe I'm sick, maybe I'm lonely, maybe I'm crazy, maybe I'm sane. It's hard to tell, but my hands ache. When I walk to work, the only thing that's keeping my hands warm is the mug between my hands, but I want another hand to keep mine warm. Not some manufactured piece of crap. From my finger tips to my wrist, they just want to be held and want to hold.
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"and you left me with bad habits like cracking my knuckles and wearing your sweater because the smell of you still lingers. you left me chewing at the skin of my skin on my lips because maybe just maybe if it's gone the taste of you will be too, but the problem is i can't tear off my skin. so i'm left with the shivers down my spine when my body remembers your hands running up my back as you kissed me and it paralyzes me because i miss it. i miss you. i miss smiling between kisses because damn you just made me happy and I thought I made you just as happy because you would smile and whisper "what" but i would just shake my head and pull you close and it was real. it was. all of it. so why did you leave me? why?"

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