Loneliness.
It is a hole in your heart.
It is a coffin.
It is a space where life should exist but no longer does.
Loneliness.
It is the slow piercing needle of the executioner.
It slowly enters the system with the intention of ending it.
But never does.
Loneliness.
Like eyes that cry dry tears,
like desserts that carry the salts of the oceans,
loneliness is the remnant of what was life.
Loneliness.
My only friend.
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