Nonexsitent
Everyday that we are apart it seems that the pain only gets worse. I think about you, the times we shared, and then I think of the guys that came after. The guys that I tried to use to fill that empty void in my heart. The ones that left as quickly as the came. So as I lay here in my bed, crying for the millionth time, I realize I just want someone to hold me. To tell me I'm beautiful inside and out. Who cares about me, really truly, cares. About my happiness, my health, my well being. I ask myself why can't I just find a guy like that. It seems as if every other girl around me can. So why can't I? Whats so wrong with me? Everyone tells me I'm so pretty, that I could have any guy I wanted. But I don't. And if I do I always manage to mess it up someway or another. Or they just decide to leave for someone better. So maybe I should just give it a rest, stop looking, and just give in. Accept that the person I'm looking for just doesn't exist.
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