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Only the Lonely

In a collection of thoughts one might see the light
the inner force that binds it all together
In these thoughts the self can gather and reflect
The choice is in being faithful to ones self
Faithfullness to others can only come second behind faithfulness to ones
self

for me

In my own world I see
everything I need to see
In my own head are many worlds I search and scour
My little lands of fancy fields cotton cushions
magic
dreams
Fantasy beneath the blankets life that lives the fullest
of anything that's meant to be more to be
to me
in my world that's what it means to me

finding my way through this fog of a world

lost

Lost
In a world where you all think
imcrazy
lost in a crowd of black splattered faces
foreign people
foreign places
Where do I go
when everyone's gone
where do i go
to cry

fuck fuck fuck
fuck
fuck fuck
and fuck fuck
fuck
fuck

independent

sitting by
i see you
for all you are
and i know you
your love
your truth
your lies
i am no god
but i see the future
i know this path
sitting by
this cold damn air
i see my gold
slipping down my throat
and feel
every piece
of
it