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Loneliness

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AOnceSuicidalPoet

Published: Sep 30, 2013

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I'll share a drink with you,
And may it be called
Loneliness...

But it's better
than sitting here
drinking
alone.

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Taken from Billy Joel's Piano Man
They're sharing a drink they call loneliness, but it's better than drinking alone

Yes I know it's practically the same, but it said what I wanted to say.
I am alone. But I can live.

Lani, ASuicidalPoet xo

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NemoX7

Oct 21, 2013

Words that hit me very hard, and very fast, while being exceptionally deep too. I've been alone for quite some time now. Regardless of my failures, my efforts to build confidence in the social spectrum have all been for naught. So this little poem encapsulates all I feel. Very well done.

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