even when there were words said to everyone,
And their supposed words of concern I have heard.
Perhaps just a artificial smile,
or expression which they or I didn't mean.
A period of four years,
there hasn't been any materialization of true happiness
I have been able to capture.
Sad to mention, there wasn't any basic rapture.
"What is missing?"
I have no clue.
Perhaps the four years shall count on...
I am not hollow inside anymore,
I am just as good as a walking dead.
I need to be understood,
I have been trying my best to make sure I am heard.
Yet, I stand again, all alone against the cold.
Infinitely, alone.
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