When do you stop looking and start waiting to be discovered?
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I'm tired of looking
For that special someone.
The fabled creature
Of everyone's dreams.
The ever elusive
Partner, or so it seems.
I have looked
All around to no avail.
To my utter disbelief
and grave dissapointment
I have seen a lot
I have seen no one.
Comfort me then
Beloved self
For who else will
Dry my forlorn tears
But the very hand it
Lands on?
I'm going to wait
For that faceless being
To find me
When I'm not
Even hiding
From anyone.
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