For me, loneliness isn't always a feeling in your heart.
Most of the time it seeps into my bones and in my head.
So far deep into my soul that I cannot find the source.
It feels like a layer of scabs across your skin.
A pressure that aches and itches and is left unsatisfied.
I sometimes dream of prying open my skin to look inside
What does loneliness look like?
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