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have you noticed
that i'm sick?
that i'm tired?
of wishing and hoping
that maybe someday i'll find someone
who wants me
accepts me
and is capable of and willing to break down my barriers
to find me
and don't you DARE tell me there's someone for me
because i'm tired of being spoon fed
everyone else's broken dreams, senseless hopes
and fucking beliefs
little white lies, passed down through generations
to boost the ego of an ugly race
don't you dare tell me
because you know what?
it's not in the cards