I've never been good enough for anyone. I'm not smart enough. Not pretty enough. Not skinny enough. Not fun enough. I just fall short on every little thing. I'm defective, through and through.
But when will someone see past that? Love me despite? Make me feel like I'm worth something? When am I going to be rescued? Saved from myself? When will it be that I'm not taken advantage of? Not used? Not abused? When will I know love?
Someone, please. Grab my hand and take me. Take me far away from everything. Take me and keep me safe. I don't want to go at it alone.
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