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The Essence of being alone
The essence of being alone is too much for me to handle.
Why is this happening to me.
I am not fragile.
People can hurt me so deeply.
Without even realising it clearly.
Why make my life miserable,
what kick do you get out of the misery I am feeling frequently?
As soon as someone dies from the world we know, and is truly gone.
The sad thing I have realised is, that the world is just moving on.
Rapidly, unwary, we cant do anything.
No sound, no fear, no smell, no tear.
Will it ever stop?
How can I go in like this?
I cant even sleep at night.
It feels like I am in this clear but bliss mist..
Cant take this anymore.
It feels like I am going down.
I cannot go on.
I am drowning in my own sorrow, my own war.
Not to be hollowed..
The question is, will there be a tomorrow?
A tomorrow for me?
L.L.
