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I watch out the window,

with tears in my eyes.

Patches of gray clouds,

cover the sky,

that was once blue.

It’s getting darker,

and colder,

by the hour.

Not a soul in sight.

Alone again.

The cat,

my only company.

What do you make of this life?

Living alone,

I feel cursed.

Maybe I was meant,

to always be alone.

Maybe being alone,

is my fate.

And maybe solitude,

will remain my only friend,

until the end.

Forever alone.



~*~ Jill ~*~