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This loneliness slowly fogs my mind, and blurs my vison.
It leaves me yearning for things to fill this empty void.
My foolish heart is filled with hopeful thoughs, of a better future—
I tell myself—if only I do this or that, ill surely be content.
I soon believe these lies.
But in the end, after all is done and said,
all that remains with me are these lonely lies.
Categories: Poetry, My Story, Random Thoughts
