Yearning. It tingles my entire body. Even my toes. A rush of feelings. Up and down. What though? What is the real question? I do not know this feeling. I cannot describe it for I dont know it. Emptiness? Anticipation? Look at the viens on the backs of my hands... No sense at all. Is there ever any? Tears... Tears from what though? Tears for what? Empty tears for no reason. Strange.

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