ii. a l o n e

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spiralling off to a different dimension, i was yet again,
all alone. the voices can be heard
so are the laughters. it's like being submerged under water.

my lungs are closing up,
i can no longer breathe,
calling for help, but nobody hears,
alone, that's how i'll always be,
alone, drowning in my own misery.

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