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Alone Alone…He’s smiling holding on to her as I just sit here alone. The atmosphere is cold, my jacket the only thing keeping me warm instead of arms wrapped around me like the couple across from me. My eyes scan in like a missile locking on its target with ease sighting these people in love; like the father over there holding up his child as she laughs and the mother smiles. I search for something like this but come up empty only to see the girl move on and fall in love and get married, so the pen writes my tragedy. I try not to think about it, but it’s going to happen, like the sun rising and setting. My head feels like a tonAlone by ~psychojaws
Irritated 
Sta.sh
