i wish there was something i could do that would make someone love me too something i could say to change someone's mind to make them realize these feelings of mine but who will i tell about these things that i feel? who will recognize that these feelings are real? it's certain that anyone i feel this way for will just turn around and walk out the door i'll scare them away from this pitiful me they won't stay here to see what could be so why do i bother to write these things down? no one will see them they don't stick around
Reason for writing:
feeling alone. e-mail me if you'd like
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