a lonely ache

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when your eyes hurt from crying too much

and your heart aches for a place you cannot go,

i hope you will have someone to hold and someone's shoulder to rest your head.

for, now, my chest is constricted and my face is numb

but my arms are empty and so is my room.

what a tragedy it is to be human.

all of us searching for some semblance of companionship

yet when our minds create traps from which we cannot escape,

we feel so silently alone in this vast universe.

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