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he's out
My head hangs low the inner pain grows barely have any hope. I don't want it to show but backed in a hole begging on my knees. Please oh please I need help to find someone for me. Only have myself while really hating the person I see. Can't trust my gut it's no longer something I believe. If you hate yourself how can you trust what you think. With all the wrong moves to feeling used then hear her needing you. Now nothing left to do. One. Two. Three strikes. What else will I lose.
