White Space Pt. II

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My mind is a never-ending stream,
A racing current, an inconsistent dream.
Thoughts of people,
Myself,
Lonely,
Lost.
Echoing at what cost?

I can't shake the feeling,
No matter how hard I try.
Maybe because I'm one of them,
A lonely one with nothing more
To turn to.

But still,
I continue to search for a place
To call my own.
A place where I'm not alone,
A place without judgment.

But such a place will never exist,
Just within my head, a white abyss,
A space for me,
A space of being alone,
Where I'm not prone.

I'm waiting for something,
Though I don't know what.
In this space of blankness, where problems are not,
There are just white, empty walls.
My own little white space, that I call my home.
But I still wonder, how long will I wait until I am not alone? 

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