Everything feels like it's a countdown.
Inevitably, I'm going to be lonely again.
The people I love are going to leave, and move far away.
I'm going to be staying, alone, at home.
I don't really know how I am meant to cope.
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Wednesday 11th March, 9:37 pm
Everything feels like it's a countdown.
Inevitably, I'm going to be lonely again.
The people I love are going to leave, and move far away.
I'm going to be staying, alone, at home.
I don't really know how I am meant to cope.