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Loneliness
I am the girl puking up fire out a bottle of whiskey
I wonder if they hear my pulsing sirens when I scream
I hear deafening silence and also the running presence of him
I see skin laying down on bone to dry for the last time
I want a hand to rip the layer of a girl named Alone
I am Ariya Alone
I pretend the stuffed dogs on my bed are growling
I feel the weight of bricks cracking, breaking
I touch the emptiness of a standing no-one
I worry they don't know
I cry blood of bullets and stabbing knives
I am Ariya Alone
I understand it will always be this lonely road
I say it will remain and quiet
I dream of hands- paint-stained hands clasped together
I try to imagine a better ending than this
I hope emptiness will slowly dissolve
I am Ariya Alone
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