I feel terribly lonely.
Some company would be lovely, thankyou!
But I fear being with the shallow;
and being shallow with them.
It’s worse than loneliness.
Ah, it’s one of those spells…
I know what must be done, yes!
I shall remain lone and suffer silently;
only till it’s Monday again.
And work will numb me for good.
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Numbly Yours 
You could go out and meet your city and love her
Yes she’s old and full of decay
But in her hidden folds lie treasure and stories
So maybe you’d go out and fall in love with trees
With their browns and their greens
and their peaceful soliloquy
Or you could just finally learn to love yourself
For who you really are
Your hidden folds and your stories
(your very own peaceful soliloquy)
Someday, when you do realise
That the best person you could love is you
That the only person who best understands you is you
You’ll then find that miracle unfolding in you
Of loneliness changing into serenity.
(Or just ignore everything I wrote above and go take care of some stray doggies, or better yet, adopt one if you’re up to taking on responsibility! 😀)
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