The Treatment Of Bitterness - Poem by Timothy Long
Better to be alone in the world,
than nothing at all,
being to eccentric for them all,
as if everyone's better,
dull as dead if a comparison come through,
as ironic as fate is,
is it good humor to live or to die,
oh good faith not to shun others like i was shunned,
don't cry when the sun is gone,
because the tears wont let you see the stars,
i'm not the same,
but it was better when you were around in any way.
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