I was always hungry for love. Just once, I wanted to know what it was like to get my fill of it -- to be fed so much love I couldn't take any more. Just once.
writing from memory like this, i often feel a pang of dread. what if i've forgotten the most important thing? what if somewhere inside me there is a dark limbo where all the truly important memories are heaped and slowly turning into mud?
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