Lonely

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Where loneliness steals

My desire to grow

Empty, I feel

With a mind of stone

Through the wicked storm

Of endless thoughts

That my demons have formed

And my heart has caught

I lay in my bed

Hoping it will pass

I scream at my head

Pleading it won't last

Searching for my inner desires

Nothing, if nothing was

But I am tired

And perhaps a slight fuzz

I wish along a burning star

To rest for a tiny bit

To be heard from cries a far

To simply sit

In quiet silence

With peace of mind

Away from violence

So I can be fine

So I can stay alive

And one day thrive

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