Lonely

For as long as I can remember,
I have felt
more mature than my age.

I have always had more of
an understanding
on things that other people
never take notice of.

I notice all of the fine details in everything.
Perhaps this is why
I so often prefer the solitude
of my own mind.

I am the only person
who seems to
understand
me.

If that isn’t lonely,
then I don’t know what is.

Be with a Boy Who Travels

Be with a Boy Who Travels

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