empty
there’s an emptiness in this stomach. an aching comprised of all the boys I let inside me. they didn’t know my name and never quite looked in my eyes long enough to know their color. I have let people touch me in hopes they realize they’ve been in love with me for millennia. none of it makes sense and yet I will continue on my mission. someone will love me someday and they will touch me unlike anyone else.
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