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i always do that.

build myself up for expectations.
i want to blame the media so bad.
because it made me think love is worth all the drama and the hurt.

that it makes my life worth living.
because i am loved and i am the exception.

but guess what.
i was never the exception,
i will never be the exception.

i just want to close the doors,
lock my room

blast out the saddest music and cry until i feel better.

i just always thought that by 21,
i would be happier, thinner and have someone who told me that i am his exception

his.