I was Walking Alone In The Rain
Where I go, It's A Lonely Path
I walk Solo, No-one with Me
I cry Alone, With the Wind
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I feel the same too. So desolate and have no shoulder to lean on. It is quite a beautiful piece of art. So amazing.
being lonely and forgotten is hard feeling then we miss to make a friends but because we are different not anyone can be friend..but we can select friends from millions who live around us because there are few people are also different as us..and when we meet them we will keep each other in hearts..good poem expressive and tender