Lonely
Lonely is a state of mind and time runs low when you’re feeling low.
The pace of the race is not constant, but you are constantly going slow.
Feeling effortless and carelessness leaves you hairless.
So you suppress the stress and lay in your nest with a soft pillow to your chest.
Still no cure for the pain.
Anxiously awaiting a miracle but this isn’t 34th street.
Still you wait and wait.
Days go by and you feel no better.
Lonely is a state of mind.
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