

A burningA burningA burning
The seemingly under developed love that seem to sprout from every orifice of my body, a burning for something that seems to never be mine. Collections of emotion that collide with each other, trying to find fruition on my troubled mind. Something to be held up in front of the light like a work of art and then thrown away, just for the reason of being mine. Trembling in fear of the thoughts of loneliness and looking for love in people that only look for lust. Jumping at every stupid and flippant thought of happiness, trying to find something that I really need. Trying to find something meaningful and deep, but fin
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