Is lonely the only feeling that I'll ever know?
Is it the only taste that I'll ever taste?
And the only touch I'll ever touch? Must I go on without the anticipation of a teenager should feel?
I breathe only my breath, and touch only my skin.
Never do I look into the eyes of someone that my heart craves, of someone who makes me feel beautiful.
I wish to feel soft lips, peck onto mine if only for a second. And strong reassuring hands, hold me as I cry.
I want to conclude this lonliness, and experience the abundance every girl has to desire.
Why must I be the only one, burried deep into this dark hole?
Sheltered, feeling as if I have nothing left to live for.
Do I not deserve more?
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