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Alone and forgotten,
That is how I fear it will end.
Friendless and isolated,
That is how my time will disappear.
I will not grow old,
I will not show age,
I fear I will go like this into my grave.
That is how I fear it will end.
Friendless and isolated,
That is how my time will disappear.
I will not grow old,
I will not show age,
I fear I will go like this into my grave.
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I feel a great understanding of this poem. I usually don't like such short poems but this was amazing.