three.

a feeling so indescribable, so cherished by the soul; will i ever be so lucky to one day feel so whole? living lonely is a curse, an affliction of the mind. it is a grievance of one's fate to be forever left behind.

in life there are few pleasures that can last for years on end; for sex and drugs can placate you but contentment is pretend - a blind man's ugly copy of a thing he cannot see; his distorted images of solace, of what life is meant to mean.

to live in someone else's world, engulfed in warmth and care - to hold their trust inside your heart, nothing can compare. the notion of connectedness, of forever being wanted, is enough to risk the heavens for when the void of love is haunted.

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