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All alone is he
The one who lets life
Slowly pass him by
People are fake
At least in his mind
Hurt him all they do
He sits at his desk
Day and night he does
His life a computer
He goes to forums
Personals and dating sites
Always looking to hurt himself
That is all he does
Sit online day and night
Punishing himself for his sins
He looks at pictures
Of women beautiful and fake
Knowing that they will be his end
His finger trace the .45
The cold steel comforting
The only comfort for those alone
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Sean Arseo
Medical supply transporter by day, writer by night.
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