affixed to love and true

there is none and I could really use some. missing the attention I'm affixed to. nowhere to go. no one to turn to. wishing there was a mister considered the better half, one who I'm into. option less with all this fineness. love life a freaking mess. trying to prove to yours truly its not needed; it'll come eventually. and now. options and time slowly slip away. I don't know what to do. longing for that soft spot and familiar smell, the places my dreams came true. I wonder when love will find me again.

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