Loneliness
There are a million people in the world,
but sometimes none of them matter.
Tonight I walked through an empty parking lot,
it was full of people.
They all nodded their heads, smirked, and or said hi,
their acknowledgements went right through me.
It's hard to explain, everyone believes they are the answer,
but that just isn't the case.
Sometimes there is only one cure for loneliness,
and that is to truly be alone.
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