"standing alone in a crowded room, what the hell am i supposed to do?
they're all singing and dancing and hugging and laughing and where am I?
alone in the center wanting to cry, how the fuck am I lonely in such a full place such as this? no, I'm suppose I'm not alone, so why is it that I feel more detached from everyone here than when im alone?
this is when you know that one is no longer the loneliest number."
-m.c
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Sad Poems
Poetrymade this because I like sad things. Book one and two are on my profile if you'd like to read them as well + they are shit, k? appreciate you reading, voting, or commenting. «LOWERCASE INTENDED» (a.f. is me, if you're wondering. private message me...
