I tried to write....
But I am exhausted. I just want to go to bed, wishing I could cuddle up with a man who would love me gently with my terms and who would just take me by the hands, pull me into his arms, look me in the eyes, admire my imperfect face, play with my hair a little, say nothing, touch my chin, take my lips with his, consume my thoughts, breathe me in, feel my pain, and silently make me love..
Again.
.
Questa è Enida 
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