Even when in a crowded room so loud I can't hear myself think, I am lonely. Even with your love, I fear it to be false, and I am lonely. You jumped into this. You made me feel used, even if I am not. I gave up the best thing I had for you, but now you leave me here alone. I'm waiting for a call. I'm waiting for any sign of affection. Out of sight, out of mind? I am paranoid, and you continue to feed it. I refuse to one again be forced to slowly fade away. I refuse to be anything but yours.
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