It’s a craving,
It eats you up inside
Its in that moment, it could eat you alive
This love, it is the rarest kind
This kind, it can just slip by
But,
One day I will have that love
And Someday I will feel someone
Until then I will carry on
Hoping I wont die,
Alone
Rhys Ullah
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Carry on, Rhys, hope, and you won't die. Alone. Hope lives, in love.