the fear of being alone
is finally cured.
he gave bread
using his hand
the recipient bit
his arm.
he fell in love
and thought the other
loves him
but it was a nightmare
the other finally
shows its true color
and it was all about
money and nothing but
money and use and
exploitation
he seeks a friend
and there was one for
the moment
until it faded with
betrayal and rumor
and so he finally decided
to find the cure for this fear
of being alone
and it is here
found within his heart
and embedded in his
solitary soul
love yourself, Sir,
pamper it, Sir,
befriend it, Sir,
be it your company, Sir,
Like a shadow.
It is you Sir, loving yourself,
your friend forever
from home to tomb.
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