Poem -
Empty when alone
Getting used to someone’s bodyÂ
and getting used to someone’s soul
Feeling the emptyÂ
when you’re all alone.
It’s easy to fake itÂ
but it lasts only a whileÂ
the empty is waitingÂ
to come from exile.
Can you feel it?
Do you care?
Are you finally ready to wake up
from this lonely nightmare?
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