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For you, loneliness comes and goes, a fleeting thought,

For me, I live with loneliness, an everyday onslaught,

Some can teach themselves, when tempted with hurt, they can refrain,

And then there’s us, feeble, reluctantly giving in to the pain,

Told to be happy, I know I should – life could be such a blessing,

But all of us, with no greater meaning, has me constantly guessing,

Fridays and Saturdays are the worst, for there’s no excuse,

Knowing most others are being social, laughing, it’s abuse,

Whether you’re ugly or not, naïve or not, you still mingle,

Whether I’m ugly or not, naïve or not, I remain single.