I guess it's not that I don't believe I am lovable. It's not that I hate myself. It's not that I don't think I am special. I just wonder without all of the noise and without the glamor am I loved. It doesn't seem as though I am. So through all of this "figuring myself out" I've found the quiet, sensitive, scared, shy, sad girl. The same sad girl I
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