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Black holes of loneliness,
reaching for miles
with no end,
Black narrow passageways feel
like alleyways at night,
No light
to show me where to step,
I fall.

Burned out stars
pass me
like, friends, I used to trust,
Teaching my life isn’t always perfect.

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