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Loneliness is a coat you were,
And the chattering in your head.

Silence is the drug you wear,
Making you wish you were dead.

I wish you well
But wish you'd rot in hell.

Wish we could concede
Find strength to leave.

Everthing I wanna be
Comes crashing down on me.

How come everyday?
Still waiting for the change?

Let's find a comfort zone,
A simple place to call my own.

John K Brewster
"Willows whiten, aspens quiver, little breezes dusk and shiver"- Lord Tennyson

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