I was supposed to go to a concert.
I wanted to go so bad.
My parents won't let me.
They said it has swearing and it had an disgraceful
message towards women. As bad as this sounds,
I really don't give a shit. I want to go.
I haven't felt this bad since last year.
I feel trapped. I need to go.
It's necessary in my life. Why can't I convince them?
It's making a huge hole in my heart with every
day that passes. I feel like doing something
to hurt them, but I can't. I hate them.
But I love them more. I know I ask
for a lot God, but please, if you could? Send me
my perfect match now. I've waited so long.
One with dark black hair that falls in his face.
That makes me laugh. That is honest.
That eases my pain when I'm sad. That is an artist.
That makes me feel safe when there is danger.
That makes me feel warm when it is cold.
That dresses in the perfect outfits. That is unique.
That can make this sadness go away.
I will wait if I have to.
Back to reality where the sharp, cold pain still
lies in the pit of my heart.
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