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Venting lonely
I asked you "Why am I alone" with pleading in my eyes.
I rescind the questions seconds later muffled my sighs.

I stare into your soul and beg for an answer despite cutting you off.
Answer me I plead. Why is it me? Please answer and don't scoff.

But the air hangs thick between us knowing why.
It's me. It's always been me. My voice cracks as I begin to cry.

I guess this is how I'll die.

Alone.

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