Alone.
I come here every day.
Why do I bother?
I have nowhere else to go.
Nothing can compare to what I once had--
No cheap imitation can match it.
Instinct tells me to continue,
But my heart rips me the other direction.
I long for the day of my return.
Before then, everything else means nothing.
As I wait, my heart withers in the wind,
My soul washed away in the rain.
What have you found?
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