Stranded in a vision of loneliness, looking around,
a stark and absent feeling of abandonment lies in a
vast wasteland of emptiness.
Nothing upon it except sadness, sorrow, feelings of
loss and grief, wanting comfort, to be loved, cared
for, and having a hand to hold.
Yet there's no one there, nothing to keep one from
falling into ravines of despair, forlorn and dispar-
aged, slipping into an oblivion all alone.
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