*6 yrs old*

I’m different. I know that. But will I ever meet anyone who is just as different as me? Will I ever meet someone equally worthy of the worlds exile? Despite the pessimist inside of me I know that he is out there somewhere. Maybe he’s writing-or admiring the moon, hell, he’s probably sleeping considering how fucking late it is. I just don’t want to live alone in this lonely world. I have yet to meet anyone who gets me on every level… I mean, it’s like I’m more than one person. But every one of me is reaching out to love, blindly waving my hand around until someone finally reaches back.

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