you're nice and all,
but don't hug me.
some of you have nice
chests, and your hugs
could be a polite feel.
some of you have nice
muscles, like emoji
offering protective hugs.
some of you froth over
with very nice happiness,
laughter ending in hugs.
but please, don't hug me,
i've sealed in bubbles,
memories of people who left me.
i use a glue called ache,
to keep it all inside,
so i worry, constantly.
should you in enthusiasm,
hug me, envelop me
in warmth, those bubbles
might just pop, burst,
and let loose upon the world,
years of collected misery.
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