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the lonely kid on the block
who wants to join in the game waiting his turn to be picked but there is no match for him he will not make the cut he is not fit to play only to watch as others enjoy he will again watch from the sidelines as the others play for love longing to be called out just once to know what the others know to have what they have to feel someone in his arms they say love isn't a game but why are there so many players? the answer is simple we all want to be loved
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