i long for a love that doesn't exist,
or at least one that i can't find yet.
the books i've read a thousand times still sit in my bookcase, and i've finally grown old of them.
so i sit here, waiting for somebody to care for me.
waiting for somebody to realize that i'm fragile and to be careful not to break me.
a true romance.
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