Posted on Wednesday 30 March 2005
They don’t realise how lonely it is
on the outside.
They pushed me to it, cheered me on
and smiled.
They think I obtained it all
on my escape.
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I have less now than when I was sat with them
on the inside.
At least then I had somebody to share
moments with.
Now I have nothing except my reflection keeping me company.
It’s lonely on the
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