Alone

September 16, 2020

Truly alone.

I dont have anyone else but myself.

It's a wonderful sensation yet frightening.

I keep to myself what I want,

share what I decide,

but never feel compleately understood.

Can't tell wants on someones mind,

only whats on mine.

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