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Find Me

You know, you always were broken. I found you, and I wanted to fix you, more than I ever wanted anything.

That was three years ago.

Now I just listen, listen as you tell me your problems. I help you, and you say you always feel better after you talk to me. And then you talk about how she broke your heart. And I say, oh, don't worry. You'll find somebody else. Somebody better.

But you'll just shake your head. Nobody can deal with all the sad thoughts swirling around your head.

But I do! Don't you see? I'm here, and you're there, and your looking for somebody who can love you like you so desperately need to be loved. You're looking, and I'm trying to be seen.

Find me, please.

Find me.




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