No one to talk to.
No one to ask how.
No one to ask when.
No one to laugh with.
No one to walk along with.
No one.
No worth.
No everything.
No.
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My Daily Pill
PoetryA compilation of thoughts from Day 1 to present. (Finished) Other works: Overdosed Misplaced
Day 70
No one to talk to.
No one to ask how.
No one to ask when.
No one to laugh with.
No one to walk along with.
No one.
No worth.
No everything.
No.
