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loneliness The days are long and the nights as well.
Each minute I'm alone is an hour in hell.
I can't break free of the torment within.
I admit I've tried and know not where to begin.
I fight each day to hold onto life.
But am falling short in my present strife.
Fear not for one day I will rise again.
But first I must meet the end.
I really like the rawness of
I really like the rawness of this.
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