Loneliness strikes one more time.
It's always the same. Why does it have to be that way?
Holding on to nothing at all, looking for something meaningful.
Disappointed time and time again.
No roses no flowers to fill my heart.
Emptiness, sadness, always falling apart.
I wonder if things will ever change.
Will I always find myself writing the same entrance?
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