I'm clingy, I want attention and human connection and to touch and feel and smell and take in what is intimate and raw. I reach out and grab and take and take and take and then as I've grasped the thin ends and real edges of an object I throw it away before it can feel my real. Before it can penetrate the bitter and optimistic and whole and half and everything that I am. I long to bleed without repurcussion, to feel sweat and then not have it leave a resin on my skin. But that's not possible. So I leave
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