I don't want to be alone anymore. I want to have someone I can love and be loved in return. But that's never going to happen for me.
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The broken
PoetryThe stinging burn of the water from my fresh cuts. The hot salty liquid streaming down my red hot cheeks. The times I am in so much pain that I can't even cry anymore.
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I don't want to be alone anymore. I want to have someone I can love and be loved in return. But that's never going to happen for me.
