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"What do you want from me? Truth? Alright. You've got it. Here is the pathetic piece of me that you have asked for. What is wrong? You. You are what is wrong with me. You are every torturing thought that has ever been stuck in my head. I can't sleep. You are exhausting. And watching other people look at you, and you looking at them...You make me rage. But the absolute worst is when you talk about your dreams of meeting that one guy who will make you believe in love. You think you haven't met him... You think he hasn't met you? You don't even consider that he might've known you for your entire life... he might know that you couldn't snap your fingers until sophomore year in high school. He might know that after 18 years, you've finally decided that you like pink. He might know that you try so hard not to cry that when you finally do its terrifying. He might know every little problem you have that makes you a complete disaster, and regardless of all of it he might still want you everyday of his life. He does. I do. The truth is when your standing in a room full of people, I can't see anyone but you...But when we are completely alone you still can't see me. That's the truth that I have been lying about my entire life."

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We ask for truth, maybe because we don't expect to receive it...

So happens when we do?