I see I must the one that suffers the most within this optical lens.
I see I'm the one always on the outside of the inside jokes.
I see I'm not meant to have anyone or anything.
I see that I'm doomed to myself.
As my birth, my reincarnation shall be alone.
I wish there was someone to walk with as I take this journey
But there is no one to hold my hand. (people tend to let go)
Wait! There is this energy that I can't see or feel but it's there.
Something I must believe in, in order to feel wholesome.
Questionable existence constantly floods my mind.
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