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Loneliness is a bad debt …

……… With no more hope of recovering from ………

Enveloping void sucks one in,

Embracing further, it really does …

Clouded air, damp and heavy,

Which loner breathes, more alone,

Unto one's grave …

Even to sleep there, more bygone n' more, more alone ………

How bare, lone, and dark is here,

In my dusty grave,

Being the same paled pretty loner,

I swear by the name of God,

Howsoever goodly dead,

I die more! So more! So more!