my dreams are never about being alone, my dreams are about being held. seen. i have a dream for something that has always been missing, even before me. it seems like i am inside of the desire. was i never whole without the thought that i needed validation? did i come with a key missing? am i a locked door, even to me? my other dream is for this endless gaping need to disappear. close up. instead, i swear it gets bigger every time i look at it, like a run in my stocking. there is no conclusion, only further unraveling.

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