50 Words of My Truth VII

I often feel that I was meant to be alone, that I was created as the lone wolf, but when lying alone in my bed I think of an old, faded wish. I only wished someone would’ve taken the time to fall in love with me, and it upsets me that no one has. – Unknown

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