by Sakura
(Earth)
Lonesome
I'm surrounded by loud people talking talking talking
It's hard to hear through the noise in my head
Lonely
I'm in a room crowded with warm bodies
But I see right through them
I hear
The voices, see the shuffling feet, but they
Are not really there, are they?
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