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Dec 2014
The problem is not, that I'm not loved
The problem is, that I am loved
And I know that I am loved
By family and friends
I am loved so very deeply
So why isn't this enough for me?
It should be more than enough
Yet still
I have a boundless black hole in my chest that has a constant craving to be fulfilled by some boy that I know is not good for me

The problem is not, that I'm not loved
The problem is, that I am
And it's just not enough for me
When will I be satisfied?
Yung Wifey
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Yung Wifey  Toronto
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