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Saturday, June 30, 2012

melancholy @ 6:35 AM

When I say I want you to be there for me, all I'm asking for is that maybe you hold me when I cry. That you rub my back to comfort me. Just so I know that I'm not alone.

I'm not asking you to solve my problems for me. I'm not asking you to fix things. I'm just asking that you be there. The comfort of a hand rubbing your back and a low soothing voice telling you that "It's okay, don't worry, this isn't the end of the world" is the best comfort there could be.

That's all it is.

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