I always complain about how no one helps me
No loves me
No chooses me
No one asks me if im okay
No one checks up on me
No one asks how my day was
No one make sure that I've eaten
No one is beside me when i needed it the most
No one this, no one that
And yet...
I don't even help myself
I don't even choose myself
I dont pick myself up
So why am I clinging to this idea that someone will save me, when I can't even try to save myself?
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