Loneliness....
Loneliness......
This loneliness is something we all know.
I've grown used to it's odd, yet particular warmth.
I have outgrown so much and so many have outgrown me.
The things I want are not the things I need.
What am I destined to be? If anything at all.
Who's to catch me when I'm bound to fall?
What is there to do when you've tried it all?
Who am I to call when there's nothing left,
But vacant halls and tarnished walls?
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T. Talbott
Writing has always been a way for me to release my emotions...As of right now, in this particularly rough moment in my life, it has greatly helped me maintain a stable and healthy mind.
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