I’m trying to find it.
See that’s the problem.
Finding it.
I’m trying to learn to find it.
But finding what’s missing it’s almost like someone trying to learn to breathe.
You’re not supposed to try to find it, or learn to do it.
Because what’s missing me should be naturally there.
So by me, trying to learn to find it, does it mean it’s not real?.
My heart is racing just thinking about it.
Because I want it so bad and I want it to be real.
See what’s missing in me is the natural emotion to love a man and feel for real.
I’m going to learn how I just pray that it is real.

👑 of ❌’S … ( 1-1= Zer0

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