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A Lonely Life


I am here at last!

A place where only silence is cast.

I will never grow tired of this sweet melody

I listen to it with bliss and glee

days and months pass me by 

to my voice their is no reply

I grow tired of silences wretched song

in this dreadful wish I was wrong

I must get back the life I lost

for silence comes at to great a cost

no friends no family no one to love

no one speak not even a dove

silences tune continues to play

that cursed song day after day

I fully regret this horrifying wish

tonight I think I will go sleep with the fish...

 

 

 

 

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