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Nov 2016
The loneliness calls upon me, arms open wide
I rush into it's empty embrace
I stay there, waiting to gain something
Slowly, the air I breathe turns to acid
Chocking me at every gasp for breath
Slowly suffocating I collapse.

The lonely has once again gained a victim
Only this times its me
Or should I say, a lonely.
Written by
blueberry
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