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Drifting

I feel like my life is shutting down.

Drifting


alone.

Shut out and shut off.

Tired
of watching the passing
of close friends; am I next?

Tired
of being befriended only to be taken from.
of watching friends being cruel to other friends.

I choose a simple life and am hated for it.

I ache. Body and soul.

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