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Time, left for moments, mere seconds in history

Bring me back to a period of hurt

Nothingness

Guilt

Treachery

Human contact is wanted

Yet impossible

I am isolated and solitary

This feeling

Of crying at this moment

As well as others

Such lament for time

Stop this recording of waste

Desires to be

Unique

Emotionally fat

Physically thin

Beautiful

Wanted

Where am I

Only lost

In the desert