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I want to be talked to, Held, Caressed, Cared for. I feel like I don't deserve it, I’m too Selfish, Awkward, Distant. I have a hard time connecting, I feel Judged, Incompetent, Inexperienced. So I’ll just stopped trying.
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Nov 28, 2011
Nov 28, 2011 at 3:30 AM UTC
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I want to be talked to, Held, Caressed, Cared for. I feel like I don't deserve it, I’m too Selfish, Awkward, Distant. I have a hard time connecting, I feel Judged, Incompetent, Inexperienced. So I’ll just stopped trying.
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Nov 28, 2011
Nov 28, 2011 at 3:30 AM UTC
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