Longing.
I love to have my soul bruised, pink, black and blue, NOT!
I love to have my psyche perpetually shredded, NOT!
I love to have continual emotional abuse, like tears running down the walls of my soul, NOT!
When am I ever going to get to suck passion instead of lemons.
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