I
feel
empty.
While
I
have known well
that this is the price
for p u s h i n g p e o p l e away
I
still feel
empty.
And when people ask
why
I
would
rather be alone,
I
would answer,
"I
just do."
But reality is
I am afraid to be
too dependent
on the s-t-r-i-n-g-s—p-e-o-p-l-e
a-t-t-a-c-h—t-o—m-e
I have been always afraid
of other's happiness
for
I
know it's temp
or
ary;
that the most fra gile
element in this world is li fe
and this could be t
a
k
e
n
away
any t i
e m
So
I
would rather be
left
alone.
But
I
am so c no f su ed
m s l
with y e f
I
knew
I
caused this loneliness
this
emptiness
But still
I
wanted to be y.
p
p
a
h
Maybe
I want someone
Immortal
Someone who can guarantee
That he or she can live
as l(((((((())))))))ng as I do.
But such
does not
exist
Therefore,
I
remain
alone.
I
remain
empty.
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About Her
PoetryPoems are her feelings She wants to keep private But she wants everyone to know