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May 2013
Why?
Why does this life feel so hollow
Empty on the inside
I see the people
I hear other voices
But not mine
It doesn't matter
Because I don't

Alone
Is what I fear
Is what I am
What I shall be?
So it seems
Quietly darkened by insignificance
No solace in this solitude
Nor escape from this unbarred cell

I reach out
And stop
No one is there
To take the hand
So the heart withers
Day by day it dies
As a rose kept from the light
A forget-me-not, forgotten
wanderer
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wanderer
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