The world sucks. My shooting star made my wish. He later broke my wish. I want to be loved again. Save me from this burden of a broken heart. I want you to love me. He broke me. You can mend me. I want to know how it feels to be happy again. Only words and actions do so much. Yet feelings make it better or worse.
I want you to save me.
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