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Sep 2024
The inept waves of loneliness felt
are but a sign we are human;

Weaving shattered pieces of misery together
in hopes of being perceived
as complete again;

Apprehension clouding the mortal ideas
we call emotions.
we're all alone at some point, are we not?
Sora
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Sora  14/F/Home.
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