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I love being alone-- it's one of the best things in the world.
To live in the night-time silence as I endure all of my dreams in my mind
I could laugh, I could cry-- I could yell at the top of my lungs and no one would say anything; because there are no one there to.
But being lonely... that is the worst feeling in the world.
I would be sitting in silence, buried inside the chattering crowd-- wondering who is going to acknowledge my presence.
I'll hope and I'll hope, yet I'm still invisible.
My mind would sob and scream, but the dull mask on my face stays straight and still as I drown in my quiet agony; unknown to the happy ones around me.
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I've always loved being alone-- but being lonely is a different story.
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Short Stories :P
RandomBehind these books and words stand a lonely writer with an explosion of thoughts and feelings she is never able to show. Read this book to get an insight on small snippets of my life. ~Editing/checking finished~
