Loneliness
Lost in the cold solace of truth
i regrettfully long for the innocence of youth
but shaped are the steps i have left on this earth
i am left to question my reason and worth
a deep saddness longs for things i will never own
loneliness and bitterness, these are the only friends i have known
when did my heart wither and hide
when did all hope of love die?
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