How does it feel to just see?
How does it feel to just talk?
How does it feel to just listen?
How does it feel to not touch?
How does it feel to not hold?
How does it feel to not have?
Sometimes,
I feel sad.
Sometimes,
I feel happy.
Sometimes,
I feel satisfied.
But most of the time,
I feel aching,
I feel longing,
I feel yearning.
p/s: Stupid seventeen.
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