date of composition: circa 2021
i want you to tell me there’s nothing wrong with me . . . and mean it.
i want you to tell me truthfully why i’m different, or at least why i feel different.
i want you to tell me i won’t always feel like an absolute space alien everywhere i go.
i want you to tell me that it makes sense that this season is hard, but that it won’t always be like this.
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