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**Alone and lost; nothing but silhouettes Endless doubt, persistent search for answer In ***** floods and buds of cigarettes To life, solitude is scourge and cancer I who live where isolation’s culture I who await the happier morrows I who live where the people are vultures I who search for exit from my sorrows I who have nothing but fears of my sin I who’ve never felt the joy of a friend I who have nothing but tears on my skin I who only have comfort of the end Nothing but the hope of variation Nothing but the rope of suffocation**
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Apr 20, 2015
Apr 20, 2015 at 4:43 PM UTC
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**Alone and lost; nothing but silhouettes Endless doubt, persistent search for answer In ***** floods and buds of cigarettes To life, solitude is scourge and cancer I who live where isolation’s culture I who await the happier morrows I who live where the people are vultures I who search for exit from my sorrows I who have nothing but fears of my sin I who’ve never felt the joy of a friend I who have nothing but tears on my skin I who only have comfort of the end Nothing but the hope of variation Nothing but the rope of suffocation**
#sad#depression#end#alone#the#nothing#loneliness#post-modern
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Apr 20, 2015
Apr 20, 2015 at 4:43 PM UTC
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