I sit here like a child in a corner curled up in my own insecurities needing you to help me out. People telling at me, telling me they hate me, and that they are so frustrated with my choices. But still I hold your hand tighter. Because it feels so right. You'll screw it up, like you do every time, they say. You will take her away from me, they say.
But it seems that no matter what I tell them, they just won't listen.
I'm losing friends, I'm losing hope. But something about it just feels so perfect. And I just want to stand up in this crow of hate and scream stop to the skies and tell everyone to just leave me alone. I just want everyone to be happy like me.
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