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melancholic poem full of self pity |
| To the one... who is always next to me The one who knows the best all of my fears The one who sits in silence and patiently listens to my sick stories The one who dries out my tears and puts my troubled mind at ease The one who holds my hand when the darkness comes I adore looking into your deep, vacant, compassionate eyes my faithful, dearest friend my Loneliness... |