Lonesome
Poems and ProseNo, no.
I was there.
I was there and I saw everything.
I was there and I can't do anything.
It's like I can feel everything and that I'm the only one who's existing.
It's worse than being a ghost.
I know who you are,
But I don't know who I am.
I know how you feel,
But I couldn't understand how I feel.
They say everything has a purpose,
Then what is the purpose of my existence?
They say everything has a reason,
Then what is the reason behind my purpose?
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Who is me?
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Where should I be?
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Why can't you see?
Tears are fading away.
Tell me, what should I do?
A smile is blooming again.
This is how I live.
Unknown.
A stranger to myself.
Worse than a ghost.
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"I don't exist for the world, the world exists for me...."
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