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loneliness gnaws at her soul
and she searches for those who don’t care any more
maybe they did at some point of time
but now they feature only in her rhyme
when did all this cease to make sense
when did she lose all frames of reference
has it been growing or is this new
she’d like to know, but has no clue
this is she, the new her
hiding behind words, like a cowering cur
but she writes or at least tries to
it has been a while but this won’t do
she drags her soul screeching from the past
hoping this time this sojourn will last
there are no guarantees to life
and this damn thing doesn’t feel so right
so she’ll stay a while at least
till she gets restless and wants to leave
where will she go
what will she be
who knows let’s wait and see
maybe she’ll disappear maybe she’ll disagree
maybe she’ll stay true and remain me.