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I wake up in the morning sometimes, nothing to do but regret the many mistakes of my life.

I’m here alone uncertain what to do next. I pretend that I’m fine when I’m not. These scars you don’t see are bigger than those you might see if you look close enough.

I have no one, no family, nothing close friends to turn to when the tears won’t go away.

I have wasted years of my life. Now I’m stuck in the middle of nowhere. I’m here alone dreaming of a boyfriend that may never be. I’m dreaming of being more than I am now.

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