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In this gloomy room,
loneliness my ideal friend
with its seemingly warm embrace.
I am trying to hold on to love
with a fingerless hand.
This pointless struggle
must have an end.

Lost in my thoughts,
a sudden urge rouses me,
a feeling I have lost something.
I  set out to find it.

With no hope for success,
I only pretend to be looking.
It is but an excuse
to stand in this pouring rain
that hides my tears
while washing me inside.
It is in fact a yearning
for a place to belong.

I do not need saving,
don’t get me wrong;
just tell me I am not alone,
tell me I am not on my own.

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