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       ~I guess I needed this kind of love.

My problem wasn't to found a person who loves me, many people loved me, the rich one, the poor one, the nicest one and the hypocrite one, even if I didn't give them my kidness back or I did, they are always gentle. My only problem was in founding a person who doesn't let me describe myself with the worst words and nicknames, a person who makes me feel that my flaws and my insecurities that I didn't like about myself needed to be loved, a person who doesn't let me accept myself and let me feel guilty because of exciting in this world. A person who let me believe in myself, the belief that I lost once, a person who doesn't need an apology from me for being a moody person or a bipolar one, even the pressure that I felt. I needed someone who loved me the way that I could love myself too and accept it and not only my appearance.

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