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Some days I just feel like a doormat. Yes, step on me, yes use me. I have a conscience, I care, take advantage of me.
I long for the day; if it'll ever come when someone who truely loves me will wrap their arms around me and I'll know without a doubt that I'm loved.
For now? I'll cry into my pillow and fight the stupid feelings of loneliness; after all, I'm doing this to myself right? I'm choosing to be alone, right?
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