I miss being understood.
I miss being accepted.
I miss being loved.
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I want to pretend like leaving wasnt a mistake.
Sometimes I wonder if running away really saved me or if itkilledme.
Because ever since I left, I havent been myself.
I miss my best friends.
I miss being around people Ive known since I was five.
People who want to spend time with me because they genuinely like me not because its convenient for them.
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And sometimes I miss running into him.
Now every man I meet is just another reminder that Ill never find the man of my dreams here.
Ill never find him away from home.Ill never find another one like him.
Sometimes I feel like leaving home made me realize howhomelessI really am without it.
I always feel like an outsider.
Sometimes I wish I had stayed.
