Sun, 04/09/2017 - 04:58 -- ejbacon

We stand in a crowd of people

but we stand alone

In a busy world filled with billion

We are still alone

But this is the true nature of life

Aren’t we always alone

When are born

Taken from a safe place

Into the dark twisted world

We are alone

When we are ripped 

From the world we have become accustom to

We are still alone

You may surround yourself with people

But you are still alone

In this sick twisted joke

That is called life

We are alone

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