Why do I delight in the fake
When the real is still to be had?
Imagination only brings so much
Satisfaction
I yearn for what is real, and true, and real
What I want cannot yet come to pass
So, alas, I wait
Sometimes in patience
Sometimes in fear
Most times in tears
Is there light at the end of the day?
Will it come my way?
It Must-
I know
It Must-
But I can only
Wait
Wait
wait
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