"I can't help it, I love the broken ones, The ones who need the most patching up, the ones who've, never been loved. And maybe I see a part of me in this one. The missing piece always trying to fit in. The shattered heart, hungry for a home. No you're not alone, I love the broken ones."
I hate doing these. I hate these feelings. I hate to go this time. I hate everything about me since I have to pretend completely I'm happy. This is so not me.
I'm sorry.
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| When you need me but do not want me, then I must stay. When you want me but no longer need me, then I have to go. |
