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How alone am I, really? Surrounded by people, almost wherever I am. Still I hope someone would see me. Not see me for what I seem to be but see me for what I really am. It must be too much to ask for. To ask for a special someone who'd care enough to call, to ask, to care.

Can relationships solve any problems? Should we try to learn to live with ourselves first? Or are people like half-made questions that can only be answered if found by the other half of the question?