Sometimes I feel like the outcast. That no matter how hard I try, the people that are constantly around me still won't give me the benefit of the doubt or just listen to my story.
I need someone to listen and smile at me, too. I make mistakes. Do I not get second chances? But I don't say anything. I don't want to bring you down. Only if you fight it out of me... and the fact that you took the time to fight for it tells me you actually do sincerely care... then I'll tell you.
I need warmth and security, too.
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