love...
or lack there of.
i'm not sure i know the meaning of love,
for love has never known me...
we are but distant acquaintances,
a passer-by along a lonely street...
sure,
one day i'll find someone..
the illusive 'mr. right'.
you may find i use this journal as a source to
splurge in self pity, yes i realize this...
but all i say is all i feel.
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