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Alone


A hundred years alone

By myself

Stuck in my own head

No one to turn to

Animals begin to speaking,

Walls and furniture do too

All these things my mind makes up,

protecting me from a solitary reality

Without contact with others, I fall apart

Death grants me relief from my loneliness

 

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