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Another cold lonely night,

Silent with my eyes closed,

Watching the thoughts fly by.



As if it wasn’t hard enough,

Now alone with me is just an empty space,

I whisper to it softly but hear no tangible reply.



Another lonely walk,

Chilling thoughts flooding my mind,

And then the clouds come hide my sky.



I say let the thunder come,

Let it beat me to the ground,

Maybe then this hollow sense may die.



I don’t desire much,

In this egocentric world,

I just need gladness to fill my time.



So will the sun stay low,

With all the months to come?

Surely I’ll be here alone, letting go another sigh.