...and here I am again,
All alone.
All my friends,
they've got someone they can hold,
someone they can love
someone to tease and kiss and be themselves with,
but I'm still here,
stuck somewhere in between,
because no matter the amount of love I give,
It ain't enough apparently.
So here I am,
all alone and
craving for somebody's company who understands me. Again.
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Silence and Sins
PoetryNone of us are the same. Every mind different, Every body different, Every soul different. but funny isn't it, that yet here we are, Agreeing. Feeling. Knowing. Understanding. Just what those lines mean, written by a single person. because we've...
