Loneliness is a crowded room,
do you really need to be here
perhaps you would be better off at home, alone
a tissue will absorb your private tear
The music, the noise, the mindless banter
The hussle, the bussle, the worry & consciousness
Better to let your thoughts wash over & beyond
take solace in those, who have you deep in their hearts
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