I don't want to be alone.
Spreading pessimism,
And filled with woe.
Happy face,
But dying more every day.
Recovering at a dead mans pace.
Nightime tears,
Hidden devastation.
Growing fears.
I don't want to be alone.
But I'm going to be.
Inevitably so.

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Our Own Little Broken Lullaby. (Book One Of The Chloe Murray Series)
ПоэзияThis is a book of poetry, previously titled "Frustratio Frustrationis"! :)