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I am utterly unloved and unlovable.
I have never felt its touch on my skin, love has only ever left me its grasp on my chest.
And yet I yearn for it, longing for the scraps like a starved child on Christmas day.
I am utterly unloved and unlovable.
I have never felt its touch on my skin, love has only ever left me its grasp on my chest.
And yet I yearn for it, longing for the scraps like a starved child on Christmas day.