Alone.
Most of our time is alone.
Running away with our thoughts and letting them wander.
Alone.
Thinking about of all the possibilities of how things can go wrong.
Alone.
Letting the darkness over take your mind.
Alone.
We are all alone.
The feeling of drowning when dark thoughts take over your mind.
Alone.
Succumbing to the thought that everything is sinking, and nothing will last.
Alone.
Time slowly passing like it’s seeping through as hour glass.
People passing by you as you stand still.
Slowly you move through life like you have nothing gain or learn.
Most of my life has been,
ALONE.
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