I hate my family.
They crushed my soul slowly into pieces over the years.
I have no self confidence left.
I have no pride left.
I can't believe in myself.
I came to hate myself.
That's what I thought.
Now I finally found a ray of hope.
Even if it small, I will try to reach it with those scared hands of mine.
Somewhere, someones loves me.
Somewhere, someone needs me.
A person that is not obligated to love me.
A person that is not obligated to say nice things to me.
A person that knows my good and my bad sides.
I think I found him.
I'm not alone anymore.
He has confidence in me.
Being with him fills me with pride.
He believes in me.
He loves me, he loves the worthless piece of trash I am.
Am I really worthless?
Out of all the people, he chose me.
I am special to him.
And he is special to me.
I love him because he loves me.
I love him because he is kind to me.
But I also love him because of the awesome person he is.
I love him because of the pervert he is.
I love him because he is funny.
I love him even tough he has a beard.
I love him even though we never met.
The longer those feelings last, the stronger I will get.
I have to get strong.
Because I want a future.
A future full of happy moments.
A future where I can hug someone when I am sad.
A future together.
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