my people

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My mum always tells me that one day I'll meet my people.
I don't think I will.
I don't think I have people.
I don't think my people exist.
I can see the people around me with their people.
They're happy, supported and loved.
I'm alone.
Despite what you might think, this doesn't mean I'm lonely.
Sure, I can get lonely but I can support myself, comfort myself and hold myself.

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