Autophobia
He is touch-starved.
Craving warm embraces,
Needing empassioned kisses,
Praying for a gentle touch.
He is desperate.
Altering his reality,
Fearing loneliness,
In the hope of pleasing others.
He is alone.
Sitting on a bed,
Talking to a wall,
Walking to the edge.
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