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I'm a guy alone
Living in my own home,
Alone.
I feel fairly comfortable
Living in my own home,
Alone.
But,
Every know and again
The silence envelops me
Suffocating my sense of self.
The anxiety swells in my chest,
Soothed only by a can or two or five Budweiser's.
Once drunk
I'm a mess
Crying cos I'm a guy
Alone,
Living in my own home,
Alone.
©26/09/2021. Wired6.
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