Subject: Needless.
From: Myself. A poem I wrote for when I feel like a loser.
Date:
26
Nov
2019
Passion.
It burns within me.
Surrounds me.
Becomes me.
Needless.
To be wanted.
To be desired.
Need is not for those wild untamed few.
Fearless.
Like fire consumes.
Releasing neurotransmitters, this physical experience. A wave of ecstasy.
Just words. Insufficient.
Becoming.
Transcending language.
I need food, air, water, shelter, employment...
I WANT to be loved.
I know the difference.
What do you need?
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