When it seems I'm alone,
I'm not,
I have my mind,
And my soul,
My morals,
My life,
To look back on,
To hold tight,
To introspect with,
To think of solutions,
I'm not alone.

Even if watching a crowd,
You'd notice me,
An outlier,
The only one writing;
My writing is my company,
It warms my heart,
But not my body,
Sometimes I still feel alone,
But I realize I can handle it,
Lonesome isn't the end,
Lonesome are beginnings,
The beginning,
Begin again

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