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Apr 2020
Standing in a crowd alone
Thinking, and thinking it is all monotone
No feeling, no hope, no one to care
Waking up to emptiness no one to share
Is a cruel reality, it is true despair
I will seek, I will look but no one is there
My past is present and reveals my fear
Just a soul searching for what, I don’t know
I will sleep and dream, of tomorrow
Written by
Michael Southerland
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   Aaron
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