An Unending Thirst To Belong
R RoseAnn V. Shawiak
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Waking from a solemn part of being where life seems to be
hiding away, not wanting to be approached, not even when
caring and kindness are being shown to them.
A silent and distainful feeling of being abandoned, re-
jected and left in a loneliness that has no conjectures,
answers or solutons, just swallowed with an unending thirst
to belong.
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