Lonely

It’s coming again! That so call feeling of sheer loneliness. My eyes are tired from shedding tears, my heart is fedup of offering excuses,and my soul is drained from waiting.
It’s coming, it’s coming… That dreaded feeling of been all by-myself-again. When would i also experience the passionate kisses, the love notes and the flowers.
It’s coming, that terrible feeling of having-failed-again, of having no hope, not even faith.
It’s coming, it’s coming.

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