I am a beggar and a doll.
I'm struggling.
I long for someone to bring me warmth.
I'm not afraid of loneliness, I'm just afraid of being alone.
I have long been accustomed to the taste of loneliness.
But I am afraid of the coldness of loneliness.
I grasped the warmth at hand.
I give you what you want.
Give me your warmth.
How's that?