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Night time is when it all comes out, the depression, the looniness, the fear that I am alone, that in some way or another I will always be alone.
The feeling you get when you walk into a room of strangers only to realise when you leave that they were your dearest.
The feeling you get when your holding a phone but there’s no one to call.
I’ve lived like this most of my life and I’m frightened and sure that it will be like it for the rest.
I’m in love, I feel that, but even that gets taken over.
I wonder who long I can keep it up, how long before I break.
It’s around the corner but I don’t want to look.