A life spent alone and unloved
Is the biggest waste of a human.
We need contact, personal, psychic
In order to survive
We cannot be alone and unloved.
When I think back on my life,
The tears begin to fall.
My vision is obstructed
By sheets of sadness.
I hold myself and try to comfort me.
I picture in my head a mother,
So kind, who picks up the little girl
And cuddles her close, consoling her,
Encouraging her that things will be all right.
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another sad one hope your doing ok



