Lonely
Tears (almost a relief) burn my skin,intensify the inner ache of lonliness. My soul,exhausted, exposed,used, indulges in the moist release: I weep not to know, for in knowing there is reason for my pain and selfish excuses, because even I admit, in lonliness, I am not alone.
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