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feels like

cold showers with hot water

the weight of responsibility, devoid of forgiveness

laughter disturbing the peace

homelessness
loneliness, homelessness

loneliness feels like the blinders they strap to racehorses’ heads;
curbed peripheral vision…

too often we find ourselves alone when we are indeed
surrounded by the rest of the world.

Britta B.

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