I imagine a hand reaching out to me, landing on my shoulder and someone whispering "it's alright, I'm here"
It's hard to breathe and I don't dare to face the fact that I don't know you, you don't know I even exist, and that the thought of you loving me is just a dream to soothe myself from the fact I can't get close to people and I can't let anyone
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