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It seems
I desire the
impossible when
I tell someone that I crave
respect,
and hope they
understand I don't
want pity, but empathy instead.

It seems
I desire the
impossible when
I tell someone that I want
peace,
and hope they
understand I don't
want small smiles, but an embrace.

It seems
I desire the
impossible when
I tell someone that I want
love,
and hope they
understand I don't
mean for me, but for the world.

--pretty wishes for tomorrow

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