Lost and isolated I fear, I hear myself internally speak.
Connections come at the most costly price, to be left out, to be forgotten in plain sight, to be lost and isolated.
Salvage and hold on, I tell myself internally hoping.
Feelings are always held back deep in the human spirit, to be ignored, to be remembered, to be regretted for their costly silence.
No motto's about short life and briefness and how things were created at random seem to linger.
Lost and isolated.
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