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What will it take to be recognized, appreciated, loved?
I try my best to be real. And when that's a damn bummer, I speak about the positive things for which I'm grateful.
But that necessitates your initiative. I'm here. I could tell you my story.
I just wish you would ask.
"How are you doing?"
"What's new?"
"What's your name?"
I live in a world of loneliness. And while, on some level, I have accepted my lot, it tears me apart.
Your small expenditure of energy to acknowledge my existence has a larger effect than you know.
But it doesn't matter anyway, because the woman I want only exists in my mind.
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