I have no time to be here and that says it all. I despise all but three, sometimes two, and can not lessen the pain on my heart. I have no time to feel bad, no time to frown, no time but to move forward. Maybe the light is at the end of the tunnel or may be its just more digging out of the tunnel.
Lonely
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