I feel alone.
Lost.
Forgotten.
Needing someone to cry on.
Never knowing,
never wanting to know
that there might be
someone wanting to cry on
me.
Not seeing
WE are lonely,
searching for love,
companionship,
wondering how others
fake happiness,
smiling their troubles away.
slipping into ourselves,
we don’t need to be
alone.
after all, we’re living in
a house of lonely people.
Compiling God's Code 
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