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Alone

By: Stephanie MacDonald

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I'm alright on the surface
underneath it is all bare
the only thing in my hand 
is the emptiness of air
Funny how I feel it
though nothing's even there
I can tell that my heart beats
but it is only blood
it reaches past it's boiling point
and still nobody cares
my tears are just as useless
as fire without air
no one hears me call
it's just me

all alone again

each day is the same

undeserving of a friend
I reach out my hand for help
but you would rather watch me fall
doesn't matter what I say or do
the beginning was my end

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