where we write it

Because I’m lonley

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When I cry, I dry all my tears  because i’m lonely
When I write, I burn all my pages because i’m lonely
When I’m in fear, I don’t have who calms me down except me.
When I’m in love, I wait my heart to lose its heat before me.
When I’m down, I take all the pain, and it hurts me
When I’m sad I hug myself, but it doesn’t help me

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I don’t need another reason; it’s an irony.
No matter how I think of myself, i’m lonely.
No matter how I try to know why..
I’m just lonely, it’s not about you; it’s about me.
I don’t have hope like I do before because i’m lonely.
I just wonder what hope could lone nights bring me.


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