They say loneliness is key
To finding your identity
But the pain throbs in my veins
My need for human interaction reigns
Growth has come at a cost
An emptiness I can’t restore
Something I’ve lost
That I can’t find anymore
To process my emotions
I prefer to work through prose
And relief is what I feel
But the door will never close
On the endless spectrum
That pours from my fingers
But nothing will lesson
The pain that still lingers.
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