Oh how loneliness consumes me
I talk to myself in the mirror
The air and four walls are my best friends
At least they don't judge
They are just... especially silent
I play charades with myself
Where's the fun in that
And I keep all the scrabble pieces to myself
In a tiny heart
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zhangyuyouyu (Pseudonym) (
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Comments2
Very fine little soliloquy. Loneliness has been described a million times. This one is tender and playful and subtly effective. Thanks!
yeah, i too know these words intimately
I just lacked the eloquence to word them like you..
thanks for sharing, a great read
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