Wishing for someone to notice me

Wishing to be #1 in someone's world

Wishing to find that perfect someone for me

Wishing for things that I know will never come true



Wishing on a shooting star

Wishing on every 11:11

Wishing on every eyelash, dandelion, and four-leaf clover

Wishing on the same things every single time


But I found out that wishing does nothing for me. 

I'm going to have to start making my wishes real on my own.

So I stopped wishing and started doing things for myself.

Maybe someday my wishes will become a reality.



The wishing has stopped.

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