security!
security!
where is my security
blanket
balled up at the edge of my bed
cold
shivering
teeth
clenching
my pillow
uncomfortable
lying on sheets of ice
numb
feeling around
feeling nothing
when feeling for you.
every day we should hear at least one little song, read one good poem, see one exquisite picture, and, if possible, speak a few sensible words. -goethe
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