all these dresses, but no occasion to wear them.

all these things i want to give, but no one to take them.

all this loyalty- devotion…but no one wants it.

all these stories, but no one to tell them to.

all my perceptions, but they’re never understood.

there is so much that i have, that i wish i could share. so much in me, in my little world, that im waiting to give.

i wish my hero would come.

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