Wilt. Waste.
Waiting for a miracle to happen to someone like me is very unlikely.
Wishes were made but none were granted.
Waltz away to dreamland but only to land on my two left feet.
The warmth that im longing for is easily replaced by the breeze of unwanted love.
When you leave im in a wreck and i cant pick myself up.
I am tired of watching over you and whispering words of wisdom.
My weakness is my only strength.
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