I Start to love My loneliness time. Now i am old gypsy man
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My loneliness is dark green
And crawls up in spirals around me
Is feels of wetness and moss and other fermented things
And drips back down in puddles at my feet
Its damp and cold and sharp and real
Thats my loneliness
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Eyes that close, but shows no difference. That is true loneliness. We try hard, to find the meaning, of trust, of love and someday god's grace. But you are not alone, my brother. You have friends before you. Just don't compare the darkness of loneliness, to your world. You will find them. But look at the world, for what it offers, and I give you my hand, as a friend my brother. Break the chains of lonliness.
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