Knock.
Knock.
Here I am, hoping again...
hoping for a familiar face to welcome me and greet me because I have nowhere to go.
Here I am, smiling...
in the hopes of successfully concealing my real emotions.
Here I am, standing at your door...
praying that you answer and let me in.
Let me in because I have nowhere to go.
Let me in because I want to know if I can stay somewhere.
If I can stay...
stay and be something to you.
stay and find my niche.
stay and stop letting go.
stay and suffer.
Stay and suffer just to find me in you.
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