One's eyes, silently watching me
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I have my family but I never felt that I am part of it. I felt that I don't belong and they never even bothered to ask me what I feel. They never care for me, they never love me, also. I was so lost until I became a person who was not me and when I was with someone I never show them my real feelings, but when the time comes and I'm already alone, there's nothing I would do but to cry and ask myself why am I feeling this? Why am I suffering like this, alone. It's never been easy for me, but suddenly I met a man who will let me feel the love I was longing for, the care that I was looking for and I felt it from him and he lightens my world and he helps mo to get up and to be a better version of me.
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