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I know how you feel now, trust me on this. 
I know that you tell yourself that you;re not good enough, just average and quite ordinary, that it no one can love you, because if they don't mess it up, you will. 
you tell yourself that so many times that you almost believe it.
but then you have forgotten, that the best thing about love is that it happens unexpectedly. 
totally unplanned, completely sudden, as if it's out of nowhere. 
who knows? 
you might meet someone tomorrow while getting your groceries, or five years from now when you're borrowing a book from the library.
you'll meet someone who will teach you how to play chess or what a penalty is a soccer game means, someone with an identical music taste but with an opposite taste in movies. 
someone who will see the beauty of your smile and remind you of your worth.  
and when you finally meet them, you'll be ready, and it will scare you, but deep down you know that this is what you want, and that you'll do whatever it takes to work. 
and trust me when I tell you this, you won't regret it. 

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