that I'm really unwell. As I sat there, unable to initiate any kind of closeness, it dawned on me. Inability to love is anti-human. I want to love so badly, to run my fingers through long hair, brush up against a cheek close enough to feel those tiny, downy hairs that get photoshopped out (flaws prove that we are real) and have that tingle in my
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