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I’m used to the pain of being deserted

The dejection and frustration of being alone has become bearable companions

Hidden tears and fake smiles a beautiful way of life

Heartache a constant state of mind

Loneliness my best friend and teacher

Sorrow an undeniable force

Burden always attached to my being

No! I’m not used to it

I’m only pretending to be used to it

I can never get used to it

It’s a continuous bother

A forever ache in my chest

I plead, ‘don’t leave’ but then

I know without a doubt,

Eventuality will occur.

And then, the goodbyes will be in order

But then, I will be prepared

Just as always

I will be prepared

LARA’S PEN

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