Please..

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Sometimes I think to myself

Like now.. when I'm crying

Someones hand to hold

Someone to hold me safely in their arms

Someone to tell me everything will be ok

Someone to not get angry at me for the scars on my arm

Someone to help med through moments like these.. someone to love me

I need that.. I want it I really want it..

Diary? Idk.. Donde viven las historias. Descúbrelo ahora