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Hoping
I hoped for affection.
I'm wrong.
An insane thought
I'm too fractured to be loved.
I'm not perfect enough.
I no longer want to live.
"It gets better", they say.
I won't hold my breath.
I'm wrong.
An insane thought
I'm too fractured to be loved.
I'm not perfect enough.
I no longer want to live.
"It gets better", they say.
I won't hold my breath.
Published 1st Oct 2013
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