"Like the bitter winds that howl through the empty skies, my soul craves the warmth of affection, the tenderness only a mother can provide, as I wander through nights that feel too long and too cold."
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She sat in the quiet , the stillness echoing the emptiness she felt in her heart. For years, she had sought the warmth and love of those she cared about, hoping they’d notice the longing in her eyes, the silent cries for connection. But instead, she was treated like an afterthought, a forgotten part of their lives, her feelings dismissed as insignificant. The love she craved seemed so distant, always just out of reach, as if she was invisible to the very people who were supposed to make her feel seen. Every day, the loneliness grew, a constant companion, feeding her doubts and insecurities. She wasn’t asking for much—just a simple acknowledgment, a word of kindness—but instead, she was left to navigate a world where love seemed so unattainable, her heart aching for something that never came.
