VIII

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I want real friends. Like ones that don't make fun of my interests. Ones that aren't so obsessed with other things. Ones that aren't too innocent that they don't understand anything. Ones that respect my boundaries. Ones that know everything about me. Ones that I don't have to hide from. Ones I can hug and cry to whenever I need.
Honestly I just want someone to understand me.

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