Lonely

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I feel like I have lived 10,000 lifetimes

And I do not envy the close-minded immortality of my creation.

I age every hour,

While youth stares back

And the lack of lines,

Does not match the astounding time I have spent on this Earth.

I feel the pieces of my soul scattered amongst the cosmos.

As each shard screams into a vacuum,

I realize I am alone,

Left to orbit a planet

Inhabited by souls,

As gravity rotates my cold body,

No way of knowing heat.

I cannot fathom holding the hand of another warm body,

I was killed the last time I did.

I am so lonely.

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