I want to be someone’s escape.
I want their hand to hold and heart to love.
Forever.
I want to be an inspiration.
Through my words.
Through my actions.
But as I sit in my room and type
Behind these big white walls.
I wait for someone to need me.
Still, I am accompanied with silence
Even as the music plays.
Still, I type.
I type to a world that knows me not.
But I have hope.
I have hope that someday someone will need me.
And i’ll be here waiting.
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I feel the same
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I feel the same
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I feel like there’s more that I should be doing. Like I owe the world something, but I also feel like I’ve done so much and people that I reach out to never stay… so I wait.
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