I grab myself a cup of tea.
I soak in the scenery from the eyes of a broken child.
I can feel her numb heart banging its head against her chest.
Crying.
Breaking.
Yearning for love.
Is there somebody to love?
Does anyone still know how to?
I take a sip of the hot tea, and it burns my tongue and my vision of little me fades.
Tears start to swell and I am bitter.
I am broken.
All I yearn is to be loved.
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