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Always felt like no one really cared,
as if my mere existence is not even cared for.
Talking, but no one is listening,
as if what I have to say is not important.
The way that I mess up everything makes it hard for everyone to believe in me.
Guilt is residing in my heart,
I just want to be loved.
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