She wanted to know what if felt like,
The feeling, the special feeling her friends would talk about
She read books, saw movies and listened to stories
She wanted that, a story.
Every night she would go to sleep thinking:
"Why her and not me?"
She thought there was something wrong with her
But words couldn't heal her,
Nobody could ever help her,
She waited for that someone, for that kiss, that touch
That would made her feel like she was worth something
She still looks at the stars every night,
With her heart open and her soul wishing.
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