Hello
I've spent my whole life feeling i'm not an attractive person
be it physically, intellectualy or emocionally speaking
I know i'm mostly wrong because i have also spent this life
meeting people that just make me question how can existence
be so beautiful and how grateful i am to be a part of it.
Constantly i find myself urging to shed tears as a cry to my fears,
a cry as fulfilling as wanting to die. Crying for aknowledgement
searching for involvement. I'm not a distant being, i'm kind and
i'd like to make you dream, smile and laugh. I want to be that beam.
My friend told me to start writing my thoughts as away to let go
and i just do as i'm told.
The girl i'm attracted to just makes you realize
that for every mess in life there's also a positive counterpart.
I'm just afraid that i am the mess an you're my positive counterpart.
There is so much poeple i want to meet
So much people i want to support
But i can't even support myself.
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