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Oh, lone. A-lone.

By Miss Stevens All Rights Reserved ©

Poetry

Chapter 0

It might be quite dramatic but 
again, I am bewildered. 

One moment it seems like I have your attention.

The next moment;
gone. 

In spite of how much time we may have spent
together in merry, still, 

I am lonely. 

All of the time I wonder if I have assumed 
the life of a leech

-only truly alive when I'm with you. 

I used to be independent... I can't say I still am now.
How yearning transforms a person;

it is not for good. 

As ugly as this side of love may be, it is but a parcel 
of the learning process.

To regain, maintain, and evolve oneself. 

This is but temporary, I tell myself,
always.

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