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One day a young man thought to himself...
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| I feel so alone in this world, why can't I find anyone... | |
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| Because you touch yourself at night | |
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he continued to think, he sat at that bench for hours, just thinking to himself ...
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| I'm a good guy, I'm clean. What is wrong with me? Am I not cool enough? My mom tells me I'm a cool guy... | |
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He found himself still with that question on his mind, not knowing of the "love" around him...
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| Why doesn't anyone want me... | |
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