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I want to scream,
I want to cry,
I want to **** and I want to die.
But for what? Love?

It's not just "love",
It's a magical fairy tale that every child wants to hear before going to bed,
It’s a gift from someone special on the cold yet cozy holiday,
It's a lovely cake your grandma made just for you,

It's a long hug from you after a long day,
It's not just "love" to me,
It is a dream, a life and a future.

A future with you
Where I can see myself dancing and cooking in our own house that we build together,
A beautiful, hazy future is fading right in front of me.
I live like there’s no tomorrow
But the world always makes sure that there’s tomorrow,
A torturous tomorrow in repeat.
When can I escape this eternal loop?
I hope my poems can reach to the right group

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