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I wrote this a long time ago before I was on ToS. It's sort of appropriate.
How can it be that I'm alone? I say that I don't really know. Yeah, when I'm feeling lonely, I pretend I'm someone else. Sitting in my car, burning fossil magic, I wish that I were somewhere else. Weaving through my cousins and neighbors, I'd really like some more space. The closed system gets full. Something had to change. Maybe I'm better than I thought, and I will be happy, even alone. Yeah, when I am feeling lonely, I pretend I'm saving the world. |
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I always like these heartfelt poems.
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![]() I know the feeling, exactly... In a way, we're all alone.
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I didn't really mean it as a sad poem. Does it come off that way?
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Sad isn't quite the right word for how I felt, more like understanding - maybe a little sad, but that's not the predominant emotion. Maybe it's because it's so true.
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I can relate to this poem very much. I am glad you have shared this; thank you.
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I used to feel lonely more often than I do now. It just helped to think of it this way I guess
that maybe it doesn't matter, or maybe even that it's for the best somehow.
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