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Nov 2011
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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   miranda schooler
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