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Alexander T Oct 2018
I wish I could write something beautiful
just for you
but my life is so horrible
because you arent here

this plays in to my words
because there is no beauty in me
I cant see the light
I am surrounded by night

everywhere I look
there are people
yet I am so lonely

I can hear the voices
but they're not for me

I am in a cold, desolate land
but its so scalding

my only joy
comes from seeing your face
and hearing your voice
all a distant memory
I was looking over all of my poems the other day and I decided that this was one worth putting on here. I wrote this about 7 or 8 months ago. This is one of my better ones from this time.

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