Wanted

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Love is cruel,

so are you. 

You make me drool,

I'm falling for you. 

Do I exist?

Do you know?

My hands curl into fists,

it's all that keeps me from falling into bits.

They all laugh, 

they all joke.

But baby It's you,

only you,

I see,

I breathe,

I need.

I know I'm not wanted,

I just feel so haunted.

I'm hoping, 

I'm wishing,

but hope is for fools

and wishes don't come true. 

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