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Alone, isn't the same thing as lonely.
I stare at painted white walls,
Thinking about everything and nothing
All at once....
Lying alone in a room with nothing
but the smooth sounds of jazz
To remind me i still live.
While you prance around
Flaunting your happiness,
Too busy to remember me,
Who dragged you from the depths
when the dark threatened to swallow you...
And I who did all
To keep it held together
When the world tried to tear us apart ....
And you who complained you felt lonely,
So I abandoned my responsibilities
To rid you of that feeling...
And now he is here,
To do what was once
My responsibility....
Should I feel grateful?
No,
All I feel is lonely
So I cry out for you
To do for me
what I once did for you.
You owe me that, don't you?
No, at least that's what your actions say.
Now I feel alone...
You call it me being lonely,
Crying out for attention....
But there's a difference...
Lonely is when you miss someone who is still there...
Alone is when no one is....
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