i was staring at the sky, just looking for a star to pray on, or wish on, or something like that. i was having a sweet fix of a daydream; of a boy whose reality i knew was a hopeless to be had. but then the dove of hope began its downward slope and i believed for a moment that my chances were approaching to be grabbed, but as it came down near, so did a weary tear. i thought it was a bird, but it was just a paper bag.
hunger hurts, but starving works, when it costs too much to love. hunger hurts, and i want him so bad.. oh, it kills.
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