Addicted and there's no hope, no chance, and no light at the end of that tunnel.
I feel the electricity as you pass by. Not touching, no need for contact, yet craving that contact. Longing to feel the heat of your touch. There's a magnetic pull. I'm trying desperately not to be drawn in. Not to react, not reach out and touch. All the time knowing that the fireworks would be spectacular but then what? The pain of rejection, the realization of the truth, from the reality of knowing that I am for all intensive purposes and by today's society's standards, redundant.
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