Alone (You Think)

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I am all alone i suppose
A threat this world might pose

It might stop me from being me
It might set me into the working spree

Alone one comes and alone one goes
Neither we move faster
Nor time slows

What changes are the tides of trust
An unfathomable thrust
Which from anywhere could burst

Alone you shall fight but not win
you will realize standing behind were your kin
They didn't show, and you thought it was a sin

Grow up, your psyche says, you are alone
little one, you forgot your pain was subject to moan
For those who loved you
Even if they were few
Learn some things anew
Hope and Friendship are the only things that are true

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