A Page Without Writing
People walk out of my life too fast. I need them to be there for me, and they leave. They just leave me. I do hide my feelings, that I can't help. What is my life without them? A page without writing, or a beach that no human foot has ever touched. But still, a page has a book and the beach has the ocean. I have no one! I'm lost, for who will I turn to when you're gone? I am in the dark, and there won't be light for awhile. Then how will I see? I won't, I will be forced to stumble upon a path I am unsure of! My life is being turned upside down. People don't understand me, they never will. My life of eternal sadness is apparent to me.
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