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What I feel is a mixture of guilt, pain & hatred. I don’t deserve t want it, to wish for it. To find a man of my age to love me, to feel me, to want me, to obsess over me. To see me & only me for this lifetime & more to come. It’s impossible after all. I know it. I’m always last after all. Last to be chosen by anyone. Last to be wanted by anyone. I am always the one getting leftovers. The one getting all the pity. The one that is always thrown away when something’s better on the horizon. I’m used to it. I should be used to it. I am done with it. Yet I don’t know why the want & the pain is always there when wanting more can destroy the bonds I still have with my family???

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