Loneliness is an emotion only few feel,
like an open wound only love could heal.
When your alone, you need a friend,
not so great, you want it to end.
People are made,
so they woulden't be alone,
then why are there some,
with their love as cold as stone?
Lack of love, lack of friends,
wounds like this only time can mend...
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