the craving never stops. it dulls for a time. you may find someone to marry, and it is satiated for a bit. but when things become comfortable, the craving returns. the need to be needed. to be pursued and kissed passionately. they say a woman wilts when uncherished; but I am a cactus. i can endure all neglect. i can wear it like an elegant coat. but inside is dry and rotted. a hollow space where the craving fills up.
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