Searching

I look in flowery classics
and stories filled with fear.
But no matter how hard I try,
it's not there.

All these useless tears,
go with the stories in my heart.
I put them to paper
but end up tearing them apart.

Past senile remarks,
and emotionless faces,
I'm still looking for the story,
in all the wrong places.

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I am still looking for the story. I have never finished one yet, or had interest in one enough to.
I don't know when I'll find the story, or if I'll ever.