how many more days
i can simply make it
pretending that i'm okay alone
pretending that lonely
is my favorite state of mind
because it's not
theres an archaic ache
inside my soul
to be matched with someone
someone much like me
but much different, too
and there's this part
that wont shut up
no matter how long i suppress it
it returns with roaring glory
"you're alone..."
"there's no getting out..."
"there's no one there..."
and the lies it whispers
i nieve-ly believe
because lonely is the saddest state
the saddest state of mind.
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