Walking through this world in perpetual apathy
“I need to feel” she cries. No one listens
People walk together feeling alone in constant agony
He feels nothing as the tear on her cheek glistens
Death is our only escape and our only true fear
I try to give meaning to a life without one
Depression masked by the jokes I tell and hear
With every turn I look for hope where there is none
It is the mark of honesty to feel alone
Only in solitude do we find peace our own
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