Emotional Support Companion

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 I’ve shown my body more than I’ve received  flowers.

It’s funny because I hate my body. 

I am only lusted after which is crazy because I know I’m not the ideal body type. 

I’m a romantic in an age of hook ups. 

I will never win at love in this life. 


The men I am interested in would never go for a girl like me.

They want me as their friend though, 

so I’m not out of their life. 

They like me enough to keep me around and to hang out with them when they don’t have a date. 

I am an emotional support companion, I will never be the girlfriend in this life. 

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