Another lonely night.
Another reminder of my solitude.
Another reason for my tears.
Another trouble for my mind.
Another worry for my nerves.
Another place to feel alone.
Another day to hurt.
Another name to call.
Another goal to have.
Another mask for my pain.
Another face to show the world.
Another act to perform.
Another question to answer.
Another song to sing.
Another riddle to solve.
Another voice to hear.

So many…
To bad there’s not another you.

The End

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