poem

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if i could find you wanting me,
maybe i wouldn't cry.
maybe every night i wouldn't lie awake,
wishing i would die.

i have a stupid dream,
that your love will be real.
but then i realize that it never will....
so i sit here dreaming, still.

thank you for being who you are
and allowing me to love you.
but i really wish from the depths of my heart,
that in the same way you loved me too.

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