I am hard to be loved sometimes. I ask for too much love cause without love, I’ll just wither. My world will never be the same after the experiences I’ve been through.
I’ve never complained about the things my parents and others gave me and I think that’s strength. I was raised to be a qualitative human, that’s why my only request for someone is to love me a little extra than he supposes to love.
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