lonely

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A song bereft,
Nothing living, nothing lived
Love is but all prevalent in my life
Thoughts and deeds needing no warrant
Sociality is dead and gone, nothing left than living it out,
An animal, single and proud,
Living and fighting for living life itself,
Demons within, demons without,
Loneliness is but one demonic scar, on the face void of emotions,
Songs are sung in glory of nothing,
Strings strung to tunes of ones own breath,
Life may have its excitements,
But a quiet life is all but lived within..

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