Tic Tock Tic Tock.

Spinning fan.
Crickets chriping.
The other sleep soundly.
I'm all alone out here.
Sitting on this plastic chair.
Doing nothing.

As I walk across the floor.
Glass crunches under my feet.
I glance at the mirror.
Then I reminiscing.
Remember the way I used to be.
My senses are overcome by my memory.

I was a little bit dismayed by this though.
You know the cliche.
Thought of being lonely.
Thought of being forgotten.
Thought of being alone.
The feeling of nowhere to belong.

I've been feeling so much this lately.
I want to scream.
I want to cry.
I don't want them to know that I'm alone.
I don't want them to know that I'm pain.
I don't want them to know that I'm sad.

Yeah.
The journey is tough.
And I know.
If I keep trying.
If I keep pushing myself beyond the limit.
I can go much further.

Yes I can.

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