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Cravings. I crave the thing that will tell my heart to be quiet when it wants a hug. When it reaches out with longing and my feet start to move toward comfort, those are the scary moments. Pursed lips that wobble with agony…and eyes that slowly shut before liquid pain begins to flow. These are the trials I face as the man that is an island. Noah_arkenswagg

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