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Alone

Alone

Its only when we are truely alone we know who we are,

As we think in the polar of all spaces we understand who we truely are,

we think and reminiss on what we were and try to comprehend where we are going,

for no-one knows what their future holds but we all almost predict,

as i sit here alone thinking of what has passed

i often wonder what i did wrong?

did i invite the wrong people in my life?

did i attract the men to hurt and destroy me?

for everything i have had in this life i lay confused and bewildered with what i can plan for myself,

so, if us the most honest of all the fakes out there have to endure the pain we suffer,

then what is left for the rest of them?

i do not live a merry life, nor do i have a thousand friends i can call upon beleif,

however, i have faith in humanity and always will!

🌷(1)

◄ My brother

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