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| So here I am, Lost, Alone, And bleeding to death. My pain unbearable. But against my wishes, My hopes, I do not die. I continue on, Only to be beaten again. Only to be isolated again. Only to barely exist. Lost in this sea of self-loathing I drown. The salty water filling my lungs. But I still live, So that I can feel the pain. No one to call out to, No one to care. No one knowing this shell of a person, No one knowing this hated soul. No one is here with me, Because as soon as someone comes, I push them away. Because I do not want to feel the pain of losing someone. And so I submit to the pain of solitude. Because some how, I feel that the pain of loss, Is greater then the pain of being unloved. |
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