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this time on my hands got me all in my head and id rather feel nothing like wake up and be dead than these sinky feelings of isolation alone all my focus on hearing the sound of ring tones from home im estranged feeling bitter and grey going through robotic motions wasting days when away i feel distance and disconnection from all i truely desire like my flame is a puff of smoke a put out funeral pyre i need saving from myself im worth nothing to my i place all of my value in how much im loved and though wealthy in that way im feeling broke feel no love and im praying that something comes to fix this i hover above myself like a shadow or ghost waiting impatiently to receive a glimmer of light from the one that i love