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Jul 2021
I don't know why
I'm writing at this hour
when all I want to do
is look at the stars
feel their warmth
and love their light
understanding darkness
by learning from the bright
I know I'm damaged
to an extent of no repair
but still a part of me
believes in human care
to be wanted for who I am
-a mess arranged in layers
hard to know, harder to love
but never a betrayer
I'm confused. I'm scared. I've been talking too much and feeling too much lately. I don't like this. But I cannot give up looking for him everyday. I can't give away my self-pride......and go all in because I know, like all other areas of my life, even here I am alone. Then why do unrequited feelings mess with my head? I didn't want him to look at me before, but now a small part of me thinks- how would it feel to be looked at? I know I'm not built for this stuff. Then why am I throwing myself at him? The question is...........why do I still like him? Why isn't this just like any other obsessions of mine? What if he likes someone else and I'm clueless?
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