True hug

Pain, headache. Tightness, thorns.

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"I feel abandoned."

This is a true poem.

"True hug."

This is a poem. This is all.

I would not like to bash life apart horizontally here, rather I need a true hug. This longing for a true hug is acid, that melts and instantly discards everything that is not a true hug.

This is like my mother in a hospital. It is now, it is happening now. There is no future solution for this, putting off problems. The frontier is now.

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I really need a true hug.

I manifest it for myself.

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