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Baby,

i think that you were meant for me...

I waited all my life for a sign to make me see..

To see that i was loved,

that i was set free..

free from the prison i was trapped in

free from the torment of life

free from the pain of my past

free to be okay with being an outcast

i tried so hard to be okay with who i was,

almost gave up on living..

after numerously failing at life..

one too many heartbreaks..

one too many dead end roads..

one too many misread signs