On My Own A Fatal....

On My Own A Fatal....

 

I miss, what I haven't got.

I long, for what I can't have.

I dream....... of nothingness.

Salient , unseen, unremembered.

I often wonder if loneliness,

Is an illness..... 

Perhaps,

Some kind 

of 

 

Disease ?

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