Deep inside me is a little child, simple, helpless, weak, scared, full of emotions.. so when the tears come down my face, and I don’t have anything to say, don’t ask me why I’m crying. Because I simply don’t know. Just hold me. I just want to be held. I just want to find someone who won’t run away. Someone to look me in the eyes and tell me it’s okay that things don’t always go right. That this is how life goes, but it will get better.
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