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I'm finding my whys.
Really paying attention to what makes me cry.
If there's a love meant for me it will come.
If there's a person for me...
It sounds silly.
Even on paper.
It sounds mystical. Amusing even.
What else am I supposed to believe in.
It looks like alone is where I will stand.
Counting the grains of sand.
As they fall and count down my time.
Til I leave this earth's vessel
And return to the home which was once mine.
I'm all by myself here.
Shame really.


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