I stand alone in this unfaithful place,
To which I feel my choice an error,
If I was to leave without a trace,
Would loved ones be about a terror?
The urges fade out and in,
I push a bay this horrid dream,
Would this be just a whim?
I feel less than they all beam.
Am I the only one?
Or am I but one of many?
They, who are so dear, can compare to none.
This all feels so uncanny.
This light in life that I am craving,
Not even a thousand suns could fulfill.
They stand there still unwavering,
Am I too strong of will?
One is I being overzealous,
As others stand close feeling jealous.
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