"We're born alone, we live alone, we die alone. Only through our love and friendship can we create the illusion for the moment that we're not alone." - OrsonAm I a loner deep down within? I dont know.
I was wounded within, from some past blows.
You took my hand and promised to show
happy days and golden glows.
I used to be a happy girl, 'twas long ago
but now with misery I overflow.
The seeds of memories now that i try to sow,
do grow but real slow.
The pain keeps moving to and fro.
All this seems like a blow
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