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[___starry_eyed]

They fit together, like a puzzle.
And I love their love and I am thankful
that someone actually receives the prize that was promised
by all those fairy tales that drugged us.
And they still do me.
I'm sick, lonely,
no laurel tree,
just green envy.
Will my number come up eventually?
Like Love's some kind of lottery,
where you scratch and see
what is underneath.
It's "Sorry",
just one cherry,
or "Play Again."

- bright eyes kind of mood.