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I will be alone forever I will eat alone And go to the abyss alone They say every *** has its lid And every book its cover Everybody has someone in their life that's what they say Even villains have someone Dummies and weirdos ******** and ****** bags All around me everyone has someone And I feel that I don’t That my someone has passed me by Without a second glance Without mercy My cover is gone and will never be back But this is how i feel And feeling has no logic in it No math or statistics to explain How I feel is of no concern to the real world Because if you think logically there are billions of women on earth Hell there half of humanity Take out all the to old or to young And all those who are gay or a And those who already know they don't want me And vise versa And you are left with a couple of hundreds If not thousand Of someone's who theoretically I could fall for And they could fall for me And by god That might be the most comforting thought I can have At 3 in the morning
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Dec 4, 2018
Dec 4, 2018 at 3:15 PM UTC
The most comforting thought
I will be alone forever I will eat alone And go to the abyss alone They say every *** has its lid And every book its cover Everybody has someone in their life that's what they say Even villains have someone Dummies and weirdos ******** and ****** bags All around me everyone has someone And I feel that I don’t That my someone has passed me by Without a second glance Without mercy My cover is gone and will never be back But this is how i feel And feeling has no logic in it No math or statistics to explain How I feel is of no concern to the real world Because if you think logically there are billions of women on earth Hell there half of humanity Take out all the to old or to young And all those who are gay or a And those who already know they don't want me And vise versa And you are left with a couple of hundreds If not thousand Of someone's who theoretically I could fall for And they could fall for me And by god That might be the most comforting thought I can have At 3 in the morning
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Dec 4, 2018
Dec 4, 2018 at 3:15 PM UTC
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