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This, what you are reading, is my inescapable conclusion
I am alone. Even in a crowded room or standing on a crowded train I am always in the corner, hidden in the shadows burried in my own thoughts, surrounded by my pain People smile passing me by, talking about their lives I smile back at them, never sincere yet, six feet under in my own troubles and strife. The people fade around me as I try and think of a life that's free and not with me six feet and closing from the brink The edge I near, of which I'm not afraid so I stare down upon the world which swims as to a final rest my mind is laid. This, that you have read, is my inescapable conclusion I Am Alone.
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