Alone

Alone.

It’s cold.

I moan.

I scold.

It gets worse.

I curse, alone.

By myself.

I cry.

I don’t.

Know why.

It’s cold.

Alone.

I cry.

No one.

Is here.

To hear.

My fear.

Alone.

My madness.

Unspoken.

I soon will.

Be broken.

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