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Continúa, Has publicado feb 14, 2017
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Being alone is like you're the only person there, some find it blissful, I can't say the same for me.
Loneliness is like a weight on my shoulders, like a surrounding darkness with no light, So I surround myself in others, their light shinning bright enough to make my darkness withdrawal. With no light, there is no sight, with no sight it lead me to think. And thinking on my part, is never good. Dark thoughts, like the abyss around me circles not only on the outside, but inside my mind, mental walls breaking open once they were o perfectly place, until there's no point. People tell me to get over it, but why? Everyone has a darkness, Mine is just easily found.
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