As the air get colder with each passing day, the light of day grows shorter and shorter. I can't help feeling that maybe my heart will never be warmed again, or that I may never feel the loving embrace of someone who loves me.
It's like everyone else in the world has something I don't, maybe it is some kind of weird pheromone or a brand of perfume. Though is hard for me to think that maybe I am just not pretty enough, or funny enough, maybe I am boring or weird, I don't really know what is wrong with me, but it kind of wears me out sometimes.
It wears me out, and I don't know what to do about it.
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