When I am alone,
I become lonely,
I receive the gift of boredom,
On the odd day it will be nice,
Maybe even peaceful,
But NO!
When I am alone,
I think,
When I think,
I feel,
When I feel,
I'm sore,
When I'm sore,
I cry,
I hate to cry,
It burns my eyes,
Make it stop?
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