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Loneliness
No more then a pebble, in a river stream... So pointlessly small, it makes me want to scream.
No more importance then a blade of grass, and that as fragile as a pane of glass.
Showerings of acceptance, love and care... Brushed aside, as a strand of stray hair.
Wanting so little, willing to give all... Like walking down a long, seemingly endless hall.
Doors all around me, yet all locked. One constantly being opened, but being closed at my knock.
Where am I to go from here? No matter how hard I look, I can't find that which I hold so dear...
And I constantly ask myself why... Is it worth the aching nothing, that doesn't seem to die?
