love me,

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my mind will be the death of me.
you see, it loves,
the false realities.
those being, that one day,
someone will love me.
that they will fall for me,
and become everything i ever wanted them to be.
that one day,
a boy will be so astonished by me.
that he wouldn't know what to say.
but it has always been the other way around.
and i am so tired,
love me for a change.
-it's all i ask.
o.r @blindedpoetry

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