I have this feeling about me. My lips want to be kissed, my body wants to be held, my spirit wants to be cared for. Independence is wonderful, but I know that I use it as a shield. The concept of being happy alone always seems to get less and less clear once the weather turns cold. My friends are helpful and taking care of others keeps me
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-sleepy Michael sitting in computer lab working on a paper.
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