three; alone

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And she knows there is no worse feeling
To enter the soul
Than that of being completely alone

Utter isolation to drown out everything else
In your whole

Until you are left as nothing but skin and bone
Travelling your path like a mindless drone

In a crowd of thousands,
But never to know
The acknowledgement of those
Besides which you tiptoe

And it makes you feel so horribly cold
Unwanted, uncared-for, not needed
Alone

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