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Solitary Soul

Hello old friend,
how are you today?
The same I’m guessing,
as you were yesterday,
and the day before.

Is there a limit to what you can take?
Every day you are here,
doing the same things.
Does it not make you crazy?
Does it not hurt?

Don’t you ever feel alone?
That solitary life you lead,
Can’t be rewarding,
Can it?
What is it keeps you going?

What is it I’m missing?
I used to think I was so much better than you.
But I guess I’m just different.
Somehow.
I wish I knew your secret.

How terrible it is to wish,
at times,
that I was you.
The punishment I must suffer,
I guess,
for those times wishing you were I.

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