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Pacing back and forth

Only stopping to gaze out a window

Or even the peep hole in my door

I am alone and haven't been found

Passers-by are quite rare

Like astatine in the earth

There are no knocks

Only sounds of the wind whistling in the trees

The only guests I've ever had

Are now long gone

It's my fault really

For alienating the friends I once had

And I keep telling myself

That I'm alive and I can breathe

And I keep telling myself

But it's not what I believe

At least I can be thankful for something but...

The laughter I once shared with others

Ideas of growing old together

It's all coming back

Murmurs from beyond my door can be heard

If only one could see the grin on my face

Maybe now someone can

I can finally be jovial once again

But what I open my door to was nothing

There's nothing and no one to love

If there is an afterlife is this...

No, no, no

There is nothing

It's pointless to think otherwise.