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I feel alone.

People don't get me.
People hates me.
People thinks I'm the bad guy.
People is a love one.

Love one must understand. 
Love one should empathise. 
Love one could have tried harder.
Love one hurt me. 

Me is sad. 
Me is dejected. 
Me is lonely.
Me is fighting alone.

Alone is not bad.
Alone is just a state of mind.
Alone is hard.
Alone is different from being lonely.

Lonely is a feeling. 
Lonely.....
Lonely.....
Lonely... that is me. 

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