The mind is requesting for a pensieve ...
The body is begging for rest ...
.. And the heart, .... the heart is silently screaming to be heard ..
Its 12:30 am. An assignment needs to be finished. A quiz needs to be prepared. In the midst of all this, I realize what is missing. Its the tender touch, the warm hug that says "I know that times are tough. I probably can't make it go away, but I can make it easier for you with a hug. You are safe here"
Its the midas touch. Of your mother..
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