All by myself,
I sit and stare...
At all those- who have one near
I ponder in my wild ideas
Lost in my head...gazing into the nothingness and nowhere
I cannot end the suffering...only sudeuce it with imaginry
Bliss fills my mind, a smile creeps across my face...
Thinking rather naughty, I feel immune to all those who are...
All those happy and cheerful people...
All those who have no worries...
All those who have no care....
All those who are living...
Damn...why can't I be one of them?
 
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