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Feels Like

It feels like I’ve been stung by a bee.

It feels like waking up the newborn baby.

Rejection after rejection, I still have hope that I’ll fall in love with a dude or a lady.

It feels like a never-ending trip but it’s going somewhere.

It feels like losing thanks to the ones who make it unfair.

Heartbreak after heartbreak, I still have hope that someone will claim this love I’m dying to share.

And that’s why I believe that true love is indeed rare.

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