it didnt matter anymore who i was with,
loneliness was always the unwelcome guest.
a longing to feel, a yearning to be felt ached my soul.
i can't stand to hear another goodbye.
i only have the voice in my head telling me i'm replaceable
and alone is something i'll always will be.
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purpose (spilled ink)
PoetryThis is how I feel. [words strung together, expressing emotions i will never understand] it is my PURPOSE in life; to find, to fulfill, to feel.
