I wonder if I'm a clone...
Aren't we all truely alone?
Differences matter,
But not like you think.
Sounds echo mutely
Around the city.
Lights echo softly and my
Reflections feel old.
Aren't you cold,
With your soul exposed?
If you can't stop crying,
At least do me the favor of dying...
And don't leave behind a mess...
Existance is such a distress!
But when you see the world right,
For the first time all night...
You'll know the comfort of an Angel.
And, at length...
Rebuild your strength...
And take the world on one more time.
Poetry
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