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Dec 2020
I live in this world
all by myself
with no one to talk or touch.
No matter
how much fun I have
with my freedom
I am constantly reminded
by my conscious
that I am lonely.
And I will die with that
painful curse
without anyone
to say goodbye to.
And Iā€™m fine with that
because I got myself.
I can accept that.
Written by
Derrick Cox  New York
(New York)   
   Bogdan Dragos
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