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Waiting Alone

No explanation, just words that rhyme sometimes. Floating in my mind the kind of thoughts you’ve never had. I feel so much pain and sorrow I just want to go to bed.

I could drink my days away. I could pretend I’m like you. I’m different and I’m becoming fine with that.

No time to care for anything when no one cares about you. I’ve been searching for someone to love me and someone to love but I’m still alone wishing I was with someone.

What hour is it? All of these hours feel the same. I’m just waiting for it all to end.

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