Soaking in the sound of loneliness that makes me feel free
The piercing sound or maybe just the fall of me
The trees that keep me company
Seem to be the only ones that truly believe me
A silent mystery of how this came to be
A child deep down inside hiding from the reality
That this loneliness is starting to slowly chip away at me.
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Author:
Bloomingcereus (Pseudonym) (
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