Poetry

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If there’s one thing I’ve learned in my life
It’s that lonely is never so nice
Although I’m young, I’ve felt this before
This oh, so anguishing press upon my soul

The whisper…
here it comes again
Oh don’t leave; speak again!
With your words, kiss my lips
Take all the tears I have cried
Over the destruction of so many lies
And sing, sing a song to me.
Why can’t I find anyone down here?
I miss You.
Please come soon.

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