Dec 2019
I always hear how
I’m not alone
But when it’s 4 am
And my eyes burn
With tear-stained cheeks
And there’s nobody there
To hear my muffled cries
I think to myself . . .
Where is he at,
what happened to not being alone?
I’m not alone
But when it’s 4 am
And my eyes burn
With tear-stained cheeks
And there’s nobody there
To hear my muffled cries
I think to myself . . .
Where is he at,
what happened to not being alone?
For those who cry more than they do laugh.
(14/F)
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