alone again. alone again. who am i? who was i? i was alone. i am alone. so what does it matter? nothing, except i have this feeling. i have this urge. an incling is tickling the back of my mind. a thought on the edge, a word at the tip of my tounge ready to be let loose. so what is it waiting for? what am i waiting for? how do i define it? i dont know. i simply dont know. what is the meaning of it? why the solitude? i just dont know. well, when you want to tell me or make things right, when you want to shine again, ill be here.
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