It happens again.
Me being all happy the whole day while at night I overthink.
I cannot stop it.
I am still unable to.
I'm tired.
Too sad to even sleep.
Too hard too type when the fingers you use to type are the same ones you use to wipe your tears.
How wrong must the things be for me to experience this.
I need God. Then I long for another human being.
I must admit I long for him.
The person who is brave enough to come knock on my door.
I long for him for I am unable to be my true authentic self and tell all my stories to someone without knowing the feeling is reciprocated.
As pathetic as it sounds I need someone to share my life with.
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