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The days are getting shorter,

time is flying before me.

Yet I stand here still,

no further in life than

I was before.

A few goals met,

sure,

but not the ones that

matter most.

Too go to sleep in my own place,

where I can have my

absolute freedom.

Where my life can be my own,

and my choices are not trampled.

Where I do not have to second guess

what I am doing.

To have goals met,

where time is spent on

what I feel is a priority.

To feel like I am not alone

in this world.

Where people actually care.

That maybe one day I might bless

someone with love and can

actually love her as I ought.

I would love to feel it in return,

where words are spoken freely,

and love can blossom.

To feel hands in mine,

and mine in hers,

to have those feelings

once more.

Oh I wish I could not

be as lonely

as I feel right now.

To feel like the only time

I actually exist, is when

I reach out to others,

and I might get a response.

These fears, are not just in

my head,

but they occur in my life.

The thoughts boggle

the mind,

forever spiraling me out

of control.

My mind becomes

a shadowy veil.

The heart becomes black,

and hardened.

Maybe someone can shine

light back into me,

give me hope so

I can continue to move forward.