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written by: Karen Rey
lonely
in a place
full of faces
and voices
because
no one
wants to care
about despair.
lonely
in a place
of bodies
and
of hearts
beating
while one
dies slowly.
lonely
in a place
where thoughts
are invalid
and ideas
drift like
dying corpses
and rotting
fleshes.
lonely
and maybe
the figure of death
will follow.
lonely
and maybe
the tears shed
won’t be noticed
at all.
The author is just an unfulfilled person using writing as an escape from the harsh reality of life. She thinks she can never be good in poetry but still tries to write on her free time or while waiting for the bus to arrive. She used to write for the high school newspaper but would rather draw comics and editorial cartoons because it's more fun. The author still watches animated movies and shows because it's the only good thing remaining in the world (aside from three-cheese pizza and puppies). The author types in lowercase not because she wants to look "edgy" but because she only uses her phone's Notes app to write. She is usually in the university library or the local pizzeria. When you see her around, don't hesitate to say hi and ask her about her day; she appreciates it a lot.
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