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wonder what love is... Have I ever felt it before? Love is- Why am I thinking about love? I hate it, or rather, its never been important to me. But I've always been curious. And sometimes, I find myself wondering why I'm not loved. Of course, I acknowledge the love I'm given from my family and friends but isnt that a different kind of love? I'm not a selfish or condescending person, or at least i dont think I am. I think I'm good-looking, and I have good style. I'm kind and I rarely think of myself, always putting others in front of myself. So whats left? My personality. My being. I'm too much so maybe thats the issue. Im too much of a child. I wouldn't change myself for people but what if I was more mature. What is it about me that repels others? I tell others I'm done with love but maybe im just saying that to convince myself that I dont need it...
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She was only 10. Of course, she's grown since then. She's strengthened her mind, she's exercised her voice, and she's learned. There could be someone who does love her now. But perhaps, she craved herself. She craved what she gave others, that love, that care, that passion. She never really got it before she was 10 or even before she was 15. She was only 10. Pushed and shoved and bullied into a corner with an odd weapon that carried her life. She was only 10 but now she's older. And happier. She's not ungrateful. Of course, on the 6th anniversary of what couldve been her demise, she cried. She was so happy to know that she was not alone.. she was loved. And maybe she'll start to see that all she needed... was her own love.
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