Today my name is "lonelyness"... feeling so cold, so alone and so meanless... even when the sun touches my skin it looks like avoid to warm me up... but the cold comes from inside... deep into my soul and my ruined heart... and your words keep coming over and over again into my mind and I ear you saying " I want to know you better..." and then you says "...what's the point?".... am I so descartable as an old broken thing that no one remembers ?... I'm still here, waiting... maybe not for you, but if you come over, I'll be here... waiting in my sad, cold and blue self world...
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