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Solitude became loneliness, long before I knew.

Little by little, people left, just like all the temporary things in life do.

Flowers bloom & flowers die.

Even the moon seems to cry.

And as I lay in my bed tonight,

glancing at all the stars up high.

I pray, one day,

someone will answer all my ifs, buts & whys.

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