She runs away from the fatal image of being alone.
She's aware she has friends, she knows she is loved.
She doesn't need anybody to carry her.
She's independent, she's happy for who she is.
But sometimes when she's all alone, no movement, no one there,
Deep in thoughts, the music is playing, everything is still,
She feels the desire of knowing she can hold together the times she's alone,
But she doesnt want to think, for it only hurts her.
She wants to love, but doesnt expect love back,
She wants to have something to look forward to, get ready for, wait for, love for.
She wants to know what it feels like to love.
She wants to so desperately to love.
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