no fairy dust.
for breaking hearts
as they turn to rust.
for those in need
whose needs,
ignored.
no genies in bottles
for those moments,
stored.
no if wishings could
make it soes.
no magic fountains
where we can go.
no fairy tales that
turn out to be real.
just our hearts beating
as we try to heal.
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