Drone
how many things have changed?
I find myself alone.
I am trying to find myself.
I feel like a drone.
I used to be care free, I used to always be full of glee.
Now I have learned how to stay out of the way, how to barely hang on,
but just by an edge.
I will collapse and plummet off the edge.
the edge of loneliness,
the edge of emptiness.
please save me from this madness.
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