Sometimes there's something
That I find and I wish to
Share it with someone;
Only to turn and realise
That there's actually no one.Sometimes the desperation
Runs so deep to yell out
Everything on my mind;
Only to realise that
I'm meant to pretend to be fine.During those times,
During those moments,
Surrounded by people
Yet all alone, is when
I find myself lonely the most.~☆~✧~✧~☆~
Isolation that runs past the human body - Loneliness
Anna
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