I collect oddities,
little things with no purpose.
I collect ans collect,
but never seem to have eough,
to fill that ache in my chest,
that longs for love and affection.
I have a loving and affectionate family,
but I need someone else.
I need someone who will tell me,
how much I mean to them.
How beautiful I am.
I need someone to tell me,
how much they care and love me.
I need someone to hold me,
when i'm alone and crying.
I need someone to tell me,
how much life wouldn't matter without me.
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