fucking hell.

it's 3 a.m. and i can't fucking sleep.

i need to be up tomorrow to do work.

and i'm tossing and turning.

imagining arms around me.

i am so. fucking. sick of being alone.

i need someone's arms around me. a chest to press up against. someone's breath in my ear.

intimacy.

placebo songs from the gig run through my head, reminding me that i am alone. fuck it.

*placebo

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