Page 1, For some reason, I turn to you, Think of you. I don\'t understand why.

You are my light in my despair. I look to you when every thing is dark.

I long to see you smile, I can't wait to hear you laugh.

why is this happening? can you tell me what is going on? We cannot talk when I go home, I would write, or even call, but I know deep in my heart, I am loved by nobody, you least of all.

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