we live on our own island
yet we complain of feeling lonely.
we push away people who need us
yet we are surprised they don't call us anymore.
we choose to be alone yet we grumble about it.
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New Voice
PoetryPoetry & very short stories. Some are real, some are fantasies. // #11 in Poetry (February 24th 2016) Cover by the amazing @sighstiles
