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God, I want to die. I fucking hate myself. I'm an ass. I'm an idiot. And worst of all I'm alone. This is my personal hell, I don't know what I did to deserve it, but I'm positive I'm there. Here. Whatever. Every time I'm alone I experience a death. Je suis mort. Toujours. Life just sucks without love. And I'm not saying 'Love me, pity me!', nopers, I'm just saying that it's impossible for me to comprehend why life is worth living alone. You tell me that life is so wonderful and good and nice and peachy and everything else. Why doesn't anyone love me? Why don't you love me? What the fuck is the point when I bring you tea when no one else does and I'm treated like everyone else? What the fuck is the point when I'm crying? Why is it that life is so 'worth it'? You might be loved. As a matter of fact, I can guarantee that you're loved. People tell you it. But me? I'm just a fucking tagalong. I'm just fucking luggage. Excuse the emoness, but as of right now lonelyness defines my fucking being. I am lonely. It's as simple as that. I feel dead inside. For all I know I AM dead. Well, rumor has it that death is numb, so must not be yet.
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you are not alone.
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somebody
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Sorrow may last for a night,
but
joy cometh in the morning.
if_only_you_were_lonely.
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Farool
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Written in an intense period of emotion. Sorry.
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we may be islands of loneliness, but all in a chain, no? truly lonely islands don't send messages in a bottle out to the sea and get a response.
and hey, try hard enough and maybe a land bridge will form between us.
[overworked metaphors are fantastic! don't you agree?]
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me lonely :(
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Ouroboros
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and yet its so beautiful outside
and children are playing soccer
and the sun is shining in the blue sky
and the air is just warm enough
and inside here i am
lonelylonelylonely
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*Amy*
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I know that feeling, I know it so much I`ve became it. I don`t remember how was not to feel lonely.
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my friends love me, my frineds sometimes want me in different ways to friendship. but i know everything about them. know what there going to say. i dont talk anymore coz i can steer them. sometimes i get bored of my friends. i need friends, there is no me. im leaving they dont need me anymore. there ok now, they have others.
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