hi qwlecome to my poety section its liiek the diary but for when i jkust want to ramble a whole note of nothign idk what thisll be bye

i wantn to be touched.
not in a weirid way. never in a weird way.
i awnnt to be huged. i want to be hugged tighthjyl from behind head on shoulder true loive type of touch.
i wantn a hand to hold onto when the nerves tget the best of me.
all iwant is to be held. forvebver and eever. no words.
im writiing this alone. all i feel are the keys. the boom of msucic playing dfrom my speakers.
the shirt hantging off my shoulders. its loose.
i am so cold. always cold ;forbever cold.
i think i will ge tworse.

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im an annaalysist.
ive livved so lojg
just imaginingb a life
where i dont need to self destruct
to feel alive
becausue i watch and leaen
i experienced life swcond hand
i know it all
times a million
but no way to let t out
which sucks.
im not a poet
i am obe dimensional.
i am dead.
i dobt think.
whags the point of posting this.
goodnight.

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i prepfer to glide faster. i know im craven andn wating to be taken advantage of.
unfilled andn shooting my shot reloadinng times whatever when iwell things fall into place
hands on mym knees staring at the screen blank canvases everyoine else can do it im notihing but a disgrace to all
able bodiied and motivated cant rubn a lap wihtout throwing up my last meal. lay odwn and cope.
youll figurue it out.