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Only healed when another is present. To feel whole in the phase of their presence. Then to fall into another’s arms. Never to heal prior to adjusting self’s own heart. It’s a moment that defines the weak. Flowing into the turnabout of empty dreams. From one to the next best thing. On and on carrying the pain of luv’rs needs. To be held for as long as time permits. In and out with new smiles eventually left livid. As the pattern seeks no change. With a depth as shallow as the mind forgetting names.  Caught in a revolving cycle where individuals aren’t true self. Always in the mood to pretend with a little help. On high alert to run off if the situation fades like the night. Staring  into the design of a different set of eyes. Never to correct who one is before lending emotions to someone else. All that’s ever wanted is to be felt. Not knowing what it takes to become so much more. Forever to hear heartbeats pulsating alone being closed doors. As this is a fear that disturbs thoughts. Creating a determined crave to avoid being lost. Although it’s no more than a falsification from one relationship to the next. Finding there’s a hollowness that is unsettling in thy chest…