
art from google
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Less lonely …
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Walking through this void, this callous vacuum of life,
feeling the splintered sleet pummelling me, each fracture a slow twisting of the knife.
Walking through this shell, this indifferent chasm of loneliness,
all that I wish for,
all that yearn for,
all that I desire,
is to be less lonely.
Just less lonely.

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