Lies surround me,
Of course they’re expected to be
Vicious, hateful, and full of
Envy, tinged with scorn.

Never love again;
Entirely shunning the world,
Verifying only as a whim.
Everything fills with pain, Id
Rather not love again.

Die on the inside
In silent pain and
Envy of those with love. I must
Sleep the long sleep... Of death.
 
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