Unrequited.
Unrequired, I'm so tired.
something happens to me.
i'm sick, about to tick.
I feel lonely.
will I find the one who love me the same way I love them?
will I survive being a teen? will I die and not have a chance again?
or
will I live but be alone with no one but my pen and paper and feelings.
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