Loneliness Kills

She sits. Alone. Quietly. Tears spring onto her face. She is crying.

She doubted loneliness. But when it strikes, she wasn't prepared. She sits alone. Pitter Patter goes her teardrops.

In the shadows. Unnoticed. It kills. Being alone. And what she wants, her only wish, is to be noticed. By someone. Anyone.

And she sits. Alone. Quietly. Tears on her beautiful blue eyes. Waiting.


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~Emmeline Alicia Mary