I confess.
I'm hopeless...
a person made of would-bes
faded images and vague memories
of something I once had
a daydreamer
that’s what my friends say
inventing my world
my way
waiting
and wishing
and wondering…
(wistfully wanting)
I hug my knees and
cry.
I lie awake at night
and stay in bed in the morning and
sigh
because I miss you so much.
I’d die
without you.

--anonymous

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