I've been alone for a while now.
But I have one who I love so much, and am loved in return.
So I suppose I'm not alone. But somehow I am. In a different way.
Am I that selfish that its not enough?
Yes... I suppose I am that too.
And from it all, there's this pain.
It comes from deep inside, right below my heart and a bit to the right.
It builds up, and it wants to come out. My body isn't big enough to hold it.
It tries to leave me, escape through my eyes.
But I can't let it. I shan't.
Because I'm scared.
If I let it out, it'll leave me empty.
Nothing left of me.
Alone I shall be, but not really alone.
And so I will be content. I can't ask for anything more.
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