about when life was good
and the crying when everything
just suddenly went away.
Lonely means the solidarity of one.
The whom that is trapped within dreams
of their happier yesterdays
before the world turned
and left them alone today.
Lonely means the solidarity of one.
The whom that watched the world
crumble and fade away
without being able to change
the circumstances of that day.
14 July 2009
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