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Those we seem to find to be the most comforting seem to be the one who leave, those we find ourselves confiding in seem to be the temporary beings. We find ourselves to be the “unlucky ones”… another one, gone. Its me I swear. Im not deserving of love. How foolish I am to ever have thought love would actually find me. How foolish to think I could actually be loved by one being. Here I am yet again stuck in a whirl wind. Stuck to deal with the pain of yet another one gone in the wind. Its me to blame. Im not enough. I cant be loved. Love wont find me.