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Jen Aug 2018
I can't stop the feeling, the aching, the shaking, the beating in my chest.
I can't stop the way my head is throbbing and robbing me of relaxing.
I have half a breath before not breathing at all.
There is a pain in my heart, like its empty and hollow.
There is a pain in my head as if it's about to overflow.
This feeling only ever happens when I see them,
The happy ones
The ones who smile brighter than the rest,
The ones who have a hand to hold,
The ones who have a love to share,
The ones who have someone who cares.
After all,
I do not smile bright,
I have no hand to hold,
I have no love to share.
I have no one who cares, in that way.
That special deep and meaningful way.
In this way and only this way, I am alone.

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