He’s a tall glass of water but my
thirst can’t be quenched. I drink him in and I still want more. I always want
more. It seems that I have a perpetual fear of dehydration. I can never get
enough. My body craves it to survive. Despite the fact that I know that too
much water can drown me, I feel lifeless and empty without it. I need it. I need
him.
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