Russian / Harlem Roulette

I’ve heard many descriptions of loneliness:

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The ache of solitude gripping one’s heart at night,

Or a soul as a vast expanse of empty abyss,

Or a wilting flower that longs for the love of the light.

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To me, loneliness feels like nothing;

It feels like all you’ll ever find.

A fish doesn’t know it’s underwater,

And you can’t describe color to the blind.

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One last thing: You can’t try to reason with me,

Because you don’t know who I am.

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The loneliest people in the world

Are the ones you’re never going to see again.

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