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It’s the first time I have felt this way,

A deep loneliness I can’t push away;

On a cold and quiet Saturday morning,

I walk alone, my thoughts still forming.

I try to place a smile on my face,

But sadness lingers, leaving its trace;

I don’t want to pretend or hide,

It won’t bring peace to what’s inside.

Beneath the sun, I stand like stone,

Motionless, distant, and all alone;

I feel a weight that seems to dwell,

A silent ache I know too well.

And I just wish I didn’t feel

This heavy truth I can’t conceal;

But maybe tomorrow is a new day,

I hope it turns out a different way.