I used to not be lonely
I spoke often
I smiled much
Those were the days before I died
Now all there is, is lonlieness, despair, and saddness
Caused by the pain of betrayl by all that I trusted
I know now to never trust anyone except yourself
I know to only walk alone
then noone can ever hurt you
...Just walk alone...
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