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I wonder whose arms I'd run into if I were drunk in a room with everyone I have ever loved which truly isn't much. Just a few friends and myself... I'd probably run to the little girl I used too be. She was the only one to truly ever love me. To hell with the rest. Because, in the end no ones ever loved me except myself, and I'm perfectly okay with that.
