Alone
The sense of always being alone
Alone to wolow in the deepest parts of your mind
And to always shroud yourself in darkness
To always feel as though you don't belong
That no one will ever love or want you
Want you for you
Not the mask you throw up to trick everybody
To trick them into thinking you are okay
That you are fighting through this hell of a war we call life.
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