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Often I wonder if I ever will.

I crave for another who would listen to me. Who would explain the things I don't understand.

Someone patient. Someone kind.

I long for a person I can tell everything.

For someone who trusts me with their life.

I wish to be valued. Wish that they would consider me before they make plans. I wish to be seen.

I want someone like me.

I want someone to like me.

I want someone.

Because I can't do it myself.

I can't trust myself.

I can't consider myself.

I can't be patient. I can't be kind.

I can't value myself.

I can't like myself.

But maybe, someone could teach me how.

My home is a person that I've never met.

And that person is me.

I often wonder if I will ever meet them.

If I could ever like them.

If I could find someone to share my home with.

my home is a person but i haven’t met them yet