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Mar 2021
In the end,
I'm disappointed,
only at myself.
I settled.
I didn't believe
that I could do any better.
Mostly living in a fantasy
wishing for the fairy tale.
Cinderella in her Prince,
but the prince wasn't quite a prince
only a bullfrog
who ended only croaking.
I wanted the happy ending,
but I was sadly disappointed
there wasn't any love.
Not a single
bone in his body
had an ounce
of
love.
NightOwls
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NightOwls  29/F/NY
(29/F/NY)   
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