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Not O.K

I have yet to find someone who cares.
Someone whose arms is a place where I would finally find that everything is O.K.



"Are you O.K?"

That's all it takes.

That's the only question she was waiting for someone to finally say it to her face. But she could only smile as a reply --thus, giving a million reasons for him to put his arms around her.

She wants him to lift out the weight on her shoulder because it's in his arms where she'll find comfort and peace to ease her beaten but broken heart --it's where she'll find a place to be O.K. with not being O.K.

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