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The loneliness is getting to me.
I can't stand this, not having love by my side.
Nobody can imagine the emptiness that sits inside of me.
So many times I have reached my hand into the air
in hopes that someone will take my hand and pull me to their chest.
But all I can feel is the cold breeze of nothing across my fingertips.

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