I am so hopelessly alone in this crowded world.
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I am so very empty in this tragically broken world,
how come we are no perfect match?
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Tell me, world,
why does it hurt so much?
Tell me,
why do we live like this?
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To the outside world,
I've always looked so strong [I think]
I've always been so different [I think]
but at the end,
I'm just like everyone else
Right?
YOU ARE READING
Under the moonlight
PoetryPoems and thoughts. ...What else am I supposed to do? These are things I wrote down the way I think, with sweltering anger and invigorating joy, in tears and smiles. I dearly hope you will take these words as advice, to live by and never to forget. ...
