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Even the Strong Girl Crumbles

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orange-ninja32

Published: Mar 4, 2011

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I don't like being saved
or rescued,
but at the same time I want it,
crave it.
Exactly that
has been haunting my dreams of late,
I want someone to see my weak side
and accept it, as a part of me.
I want someone to willingly,
with every atom in their body,
wrap their arms around me
and encompass me in safety,
shelter, love and warmth.
I want to feel their heart beating
against my own.
Pounding.
Their life force and love
into me.
I want someone to love me,
not for petty reasons,
but because I need it.

(I'm falling apart)

I need you.

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