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Loneliness
In the crowd I cry out my fears, I scream, I shout but no one hears.
I then reach out and try to feel but it’s only air and nothings real.
I hope and pray to the God of love but no sign comes down from high above.
So, here I sit in the crowd alone not really myself but just a clone.
I then reach out and try to feel but it’s only air and nothings real.
I hope and pray to the God of love but no sign comes down from high above.
So, here I sit in the crowd alone not really myself but just a clone.
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