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    reaching out

    i find myself missing words i have yet to hear. i cling like plastic to any warmth i can find until the condensation fills me up and falls from my eyes. you look at them so intensely and yet you do not see the depth of my longing for your attention. i don't know how to tell you that i cannot see myself the way you can, so i need you to make me believe it. hold me close, physically and verbally, until i can feel as lovely as your eyes tell me i am. seeing is not quite believing, but hearing and touch are the most persuasive senses. trace the patterns of my fingertips with your own so that if i forget who i am you are able to remind me. teach me to know myself and through that i will come to love you.

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