I need to know.
I need to know that I can love.
I need to know that there is even the slightest possibility that I can be loved.
I need to know that I will not screw up a good thing.
I need to know that, sooner or later, my chest will not feel empty, vacuous, a star in the throes of death and collapse.
I need to know that there is something more than just flesh and veins and strings and duct tape inside this heart.
I need to know that I can feel.
I just need to know...
Thursday, April 10, 2008
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