I’m tired of being alone.
Endless wandering, solitude and emptiness.
Yearning, to find someone to accept me, regardless.
Sure, I’m not perfect. Some may even say I’m horrifying,
that doesn’t mean I won’t stop trying.
I may be dead to the world, but I’m not dead inside.
I yearn for a love, where I won’t have to hide,
Who I am.
Just a ghost of man, looking for love.
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