3.Alone

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A being home alone is a scared little thing.

A being amongst it's kind rather than being home alone should be happy

Yet, the strange little thing is not happy

In fact, it's still alone 

Inside of it's soul is a dark sharpie marker made  blotch

Big, Black and Permanent.

It's as though the being is far away

As if they are drowning in the deep blue sea.

willing themselves to sink further.

Only the sea salt to keep them company.

Isn't it strange to feel alone around such joyous busy bodies.

Isn't it strange to be strange around such normal busy bodies.

The only thing being can't hide is their loneliness from it's heart

The mind can get lost in a labyrinth of delusions

But, feelings never go away

At least, not when you want them too.

No friends does the being have 

No fun does the being have

No true smiles does the being have

Sitting amongst "acquaintances" as we laugh like there is no tomorrow.

A face showing one thing but the heart feels something different.

The being truly feels alone In every nook of this Earth.

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