I know that I expect too much I know it's like I want me in another; I am craving that recognition only I can give myself, seeking it like a bloodhound looking for...whatever they hunt. Judging all the way. It is that incessant need and analysis that pisses me off about me. Why can't I be enough for me? What more am I wanting, needing? (When) Will I ever be satisfied?
The questions again.
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