Sometimes, I start to feel
As if, everyone I know
Left me here
All alone, for good
And then, I try to convince
and make myself realise
I was here, all alone,
to begin with
But, you know, mind!
It always refuses to believe
And makes it all
So hard to understand
It takes you down
with it
Into these dark,
deceptive dungeons
Created by
the wrath of life
Your every moment
is spent alone
Every breath slit
With a tenacious grip
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