I can feel the uncertain all around me. I’m not dreaming too much, I just want so much more from life than what you think I should.

I am feeling this isolation. This depression that lingers. I can feel the tears waiting for their moment to rise to the surface.

Can you help me now? I need someone to lift me out of my endless suffering. I need someone to love me as only one can love me. I need your grip around me. I need you with me.

How many hours have we each day of our lives? Shall you find me soon so we can share these hours together?

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