Hold me please...

I hunger for a hug.
Someone to look into my eyes.
Someone to tell me I look pretty.
Someone to want to be with me...
 I was made to be with someone
With him...
He doesn't even come to this place to read my thoughts.
Makes sense... he wants little to do with me. Why would he want my thoughts?
He wants to be free...

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