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I just wish you could be that comfort.
Despite knowing how you are.
It never really makes me stop to think and hope for that little bit of compassion.
Humans are foolish that way.
We'll try to hold onto something that may already be non-existent.
We do it anyways.
Sometimes, at night.
When I talk to you;
I sometimes wish you can catch onto my lack of
words; my lack of speech.
But it never seems to work.
Yet everyone around you; you seem to provide a little bit more.
Maybe I do just go on about it too often.
I don't really know.
I have no one else to go to.
You're more or less the first ever I could put my hands down and
freely say things without it always being put against me.
In the summer breeze; their is just me.
No one else.
I look around in hopes to see someone, to find someone.
But I seem to keep walking by them.
Maybe I can looking for too much.
Instead I should look for something a little bit less.
Thank you for being their.
During the times that I needed you.
It is unfortunate that I have to tell myself to not rely on you
for the little support that I want; but no one is the same, and everyone is different.
And to that I do not say much but continue my way.
There is only so much one can hope for.
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