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Loneliness is a strange sort of thing.
It creeps up on you, quiet and still,
sits by your side in the dark, strokes your hair as you sleep.
It wraps itself around your bones,
squeezing so tight you almost can't breathe.
It leaves lies in your heart, lies next to you at night,
leaches the light out from every corner.

Even when you're ready to let go.
When you're ready to break free.
When you're ready to be brand new.

Loneliness is a bitter, wretched companion.
Sometimes it just won't let go.