that I really am supposed to be insignificantly living in this world.
I used to think that I am loved.
So loved.
And I can afford to be loved.
So loved.
But I was too full of myself.
I shouldn't ask for anything.
I shouldn't even expect anything.
This amount of love is enough from everyone.
I should stop expecting to be loved
and instead love everyone with all my heart.
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Did I make the right decision?
Is that a dead end up ahead?
After knowing what a loser I am,
is it right to continue walking?
Should I stop already?
Maybe everything's too fast.
Do you see me
or do you just see what I am doing?
I lost all confidence.
I lost all will and determination.
I'm moving on with an empty soul and a broken heart.
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This chance is not for you.
But for myself.
