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I wonder if I'd feel this way, with or without you.
Under different circumstances, we could have built a friendship where I could hug you when you're down. Like now.
We have a lot in common, you and I. Yet, there's a never-ending supply of difference here that makes everything weird.
I want a million things. I'm not sure what I need.
But I have hopes that through persuing things I want, I will find what I need.
I want to make new friends, and progress with the old. I want you not to think of all our differences with such distain. Everything that makes you different from me, I adore and admire. Even if they occionally drive me nuts.
Certain people compliment other people. Only I have open eyes.
Sometimes.
I want to be somewhere new to me.
Under different circumstances, we could have built a friendship where I could hug you when you're down. Like now.
We have a lot in common, you and I. Yet, there's a never-ending supply of difference here that makes everything weird.
I want a million things. I'm not sure what I need.
But I have hopes that through persuing things I want, I will find what I need.
I want to make new friends, and progress with the old. I want you not to think of all our differences with such distain. Everything that makes you different from me, I adore and admire. Even if they occionally drive me nuts.
Certain people compliment other people. Only I have open eyes.
Sometimes.
I want to be somewhere new to me.