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ok here is another one. it doesnt have a title yet and i havent been able to finish it. i started it last week one night when i was all alone in my house (everybody else was in bed)
i sit here in this empty room late at night with only the lifeless glow of the television for company,
what i long for i cannot say;
i yearn for company of friends to help break the banter between my thoughts and mind that are constantly going through my head,
what i long for i cannot say;
i wish for a feeling i am yet to know to be shared with a person i am yet to meet in a time that is yet to come,
what i long for i cannot say;
i wish to break this solace which i constantly feel to find comfort in what i yet not know to be comfort,
what i long for i cannot say;
i look for a passion that does not exist in a love that will never live from a person that is only in my head,
what i long for i cannot say;
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