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I do not wish upon a star

And my prayers are undeserved

The coins in the wells are rusted

And 11:11 has passed minutes before



I only wish to be near you

And to know exactly what I wish to say

There is so much to express from me

And I'm bursting with anticipation



I can't stop saying I'm sorry

I just wish you knew how I feel

And on top of my desperation

I sense that I annoy you more and more



I cannot see which way I am turning

And though it is early, I'm crawling

But through all of this, all I can think of

Is how ferocious my self-loathing has become



I know what you want from me

So why can I not deliver?

I'm so sorry

I don't want to ruin your image of me...



I guess this was a mistake.