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Touch

I feel on edge. My eyes are constantly watching and constantly searching for something but I can't quite articulate what it is. Perhaps that is my greatest problem, at least in terms of affection. How can I get what I want when I don't know what I want?

Sometimes it feels overwhelming and I become afraid of what I will do without having found fulfillment. My personal choices might arise out of dissatisfaction with my everyday life and a need to feel wanted, if only by miniscule standards.

Posted on July 12, 2009 by Registered CommenterBritt in | CommentsPost a Comment

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