One day I hope to be like you,
wild,free,crazy,and happy.
Will that day ever come?
It seems like I'm always down.
I'm afraid of reaching out.
Some mornings I wake up
wishing that I could still sleep
maybe
I'll get lucky one day
someone will hug me
or
tell me they love me
I doubt it
just seems to be my luck





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