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Wandering thru a dark world. Alone is what I know. Feverish from hunger and starving for a taste, a touch, or even a smell.
Too much for too long. Hoping it's not too little too late. Falling closer to a dreaded fate. Screaming louder, drowning out the echoes of my own heart.
Then, a whisper spoken so loudly as to cause my own silence. One voice, calling my name. One hand, caressing my neck. One smell, stiffling my hunger. One taste, sending me into euphoria. One love, making me whole.