Sad Introspective
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Is it not,
the days we look up and ask for
what we want,
the days we beg for the
thing that taunts,
a common ideal we flaunt?
But what if,
all alone,
the things we want aren't
When you
look right through me,
do you see the reality?
Or do you see
what the world wants you to see?
All I want is a soulmate
Someone who can relate
