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Alone,

so alone.

There's no one left

to hear me cry.

No one left

to pick me up

and brush away

my tears.

Why?

Why must I

be alone?

I'm drowning

in this loneliness.

It hurts.

Oh how it hurts.

I don't want

you to leave.

But I know

you must.

I should have

learned

I will always

be alone.

Everyone

ends up leaving

in the end.