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      Excuse me, just trying to find someone...
      Someone I can hold onto. And Love...
      Someone that'll return the affection...
      Someone that will be there when I need it...
                  
      People stopped caring when they saw how much of a mess I am, and what I can be. I hate it. I don't want to be a mess, but I can't rebuild myself this time, not as good as I was before. A vulnerability of mine was preyed upon unintentionally by two people, they both apologized. But it still hurt regardless...

      Because it makes me feel like I'm never enough... Like I am a piece of dust on someone's shoulder... I'm simply swept away... Like a mistake...

      Now if you don't mind.. I'll be on my way, and return to looking for that someone... Even if it kills me... I just need to recieve what I give... 

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