More filled with one
With one my very own
Than a billion
And alone
Yes, loneliness creeps
Taunting in peeks
Most wanting one on one
To be your own
A crowd is nice
Though dis appearances
Am I
Disappeared?
True fellings brimmed
Of misery
So carefully boxed
place hidden
Then the throes
Festivities rose
And radiance shone
True misgivings
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