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There's an old song about how "People who need people are the luckiest people in the world."

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At first I was angry that you didn't fight to stay with me.

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Everything's back to normal now.

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I'm still young enough that my life is far from over.

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"We're not laughing at you, we're laughing with you," my father tells me when I beg him and my brother to leave me alone.

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She was tormented by the voices of gods and monsters when they assigned her to the bed beside mine, but a few days after she started taking what the doctor prescribed, they began to fade away.

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I tried so hard, and it didn't matter.

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She kept them all at arm's length: the ones whose affection and approval she coveted so desperately she didn't dare let them see how vulnerable she was, and the ones she simply didn't want in her life at all.

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Hope, as Emily Dickinson wrote, is the thing with feathers that perches in the soul.

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Was there a hole in your life the size and shape of me, before I came along?

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Title	Upvotes	Mark as read	Favorited	Rating	Add to a list
There's an old song about how "People who need people are the luckiest people in the world."	54
At first I was angry that you didn't fight to stay with me.	54
Everything's back to normal now.	53
I'm still young enough that my life is far from over.	53
"We're not laughing at you, we're laughing with you," my father tells me when I beg him and my brother to leave me alone.	52
She was tormented by the voices of gods and monsters when they assigned her to the bed beside mine, but a few days after she started taking what the doctor prescribed, they began to fade away.	52
I tried so hard, and it didn't matter.	51
She kept them all at arm's length: the ones whose affection and approval she coveted so desperately she didn't dare let them see how vulnerable she was, and the ones she simply didn't want in her life at all.	51
Hope, as Emily Dickinson wrote, is the thing with feathers that perches in the soul.	51
Was there a hole in your life the size and shape of me, before I came along?	50