Alone is all that describe
Self-centered is all i met
Foolish is what i named
Worthless is all i get
Loss is what i been having
Priority is the less i ever have
Friends? Less than the fingers on a hand
Close? Realise; none.
Depress comes again
How would be able to walk out of it
People would never feel the existance till thou leaves the world.
Want to see no one
Want to talk no more
Hide at a haven call home
Spend like a king but a pauper in real
This is how it goes for the day i realise
Moonie
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