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I WANT TO BE ADMIRED. APPRECIATED. LIKED. I WANT SOMEONE TO BE LISTENING TO ME AND GET THAT LOOK ON THEIR FACE. IN THEIR EYES. WHERE IT IS SOFT AND THEY CAN'T HELP BEING IN LOVE WITH ME. I WANT TO BE LOVED. I WANT ALL THE THINGS I HAVE BEEN TOLD ARE MY FLAWS TO BE PRAISED AND DESIRED BECAUSE THEY ARE ME AND THEY ARE NOT FLAWS.    
 
I TEND TO LOVE THINGS WITH MY ENTIRE BEING, AND I WILL NEVER UNDERSTAND HOW ANYONE CAN LOVE ANY DIFFERENTLY, OR WHY I AM SUPPOSED TO LOVE LESS.  
     
I CAN ANALYSE EVERY SONG I LISTEN TO.    
I CAN TELL YOU ABOUT EVERY BOOK I'VE EVER READ.    
I CAN TALK ABOUT EVERY ANIMAL I'VE EVER HEARD OF.  
     
AND I KNOW I TALK TOO MUCH,  
AND I WORRY SENSELESSLY ABOUT EVERYTHING,  
AND I REMEMBER THE WRONG THINGS.    
     
But I do care deeply for everyone around me.    
     
I talk about the things I think you’d like too.    
I worry that you don’t realize how much I love you.    
I remember the hex code of your favorite color.