when will it be my turn?

 there is so only so much that can be given. i wonder when it will run out. sometimes i can feel it running out. when will i be the one taken care of? i don't know, maybe someday. maybe not though. maybe it's my nature. maybe i was born to stick out my neck until it breaks. i hope that i find someone who wants to take care of me. or maybe i was born to stick my neck out until it breaks. maybe i don't want to be taken care of. maybe that's the problem. there is only so much that can be given, until my neck breaks. has it already broken? is it limp and falling? i wonder when i will be the one taken care of.

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