The hurt

By Kalani Perry | Published: January 26, 2012

Where are you? I look and I can’t find you. Without you I have nothing and no one. How did we come to this place? How did you find me? Why did you find me? To make me want again? I had just smashed that need. And now it’s back. I don’t know to thank or to curse you. Need hurts. And I am so tired of hurting.

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