why am i wishing?
i guess its because i want to. or maybe, i just can't stand it. i know its not me. but i'm sure it was the blanks that were left empty. not for a reason, but with a reason. unspoken. i was told. its not the real me. atleast, that's what i think. hopefully.
P.s: don't try to understand what i'm saying, you'll never get it. trust me, you won't.
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