Seasons pass me by but they all seem the same-
Lonely even to a lay passer-by
Who has no troubles, no problems,
No connections or relations with me
But feels my pain regardless
Because it’s projected-
Too hard to handle for me alone

                Although it's what I always have been

                                And what I am destined to be

forever; Stuck in a void of desolation-

                  A place where nobody has any hopes or dreams or feelings

                                     A place where there’s nobody else but me.

The End

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