Desperation,
Anxiety;
The heart is a fragile thing,
it longs for the feeling of love,
never it can be without emotions.
Who does one go for?
What is the heart wanting?
The choices are many
but ultimately
only one is chosen.
Does one go for the one,
in waiting
or
the lonely
or
the hurt
or
the fascinated
or
does one don't go at all
and
focus on what's more a priority?
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