Alone.
I am alone.
Whilst they sleep,
I fall alone, deep.
To see is to be free,
but what's being free if it's only me.
Within my mind,
I believe we are all intertwined.
And if we are all one,
why do I feel the need to run.
I will always be alone.
My crying showed
I had something to live for.
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