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How lonely Can a human be?
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Nightfall of a loner, 6pm.

When the sun becomes tired, it goes to bed, but not before creating a  beautiful pallet of colors for me, the loner.
Kissing the sky with shades of blueberries, daises and honey.
Distant Clouds, moving slower than yesterday.
Soon enough, The three kings peeked through the clouds, looking as heavenly as ever.
Tonight I feel more alone than past days, the air feels smothering.
Tasting every bit of autumn's last days.
Death is promised for me. It comes to kiss me once in a while, asking if I'd tag along.

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