to be held

Is it thirsty to be lonely?
A THOT to imagine?
Is it wrong that at night i curl up and pretend im being held?
Not by anyone in particular
Just the one who's in my future
The one who will give me a ring
The one ,no matter my idiotic moments, will love me
Through and through
No, i dont know him
and probably wont for awhile
But i just cant help but want to be held

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