On our own.

In a sea of people one might still feel alone.

And that is no joke.

Now a days I find myself saying that I and my friend were alone.

Which leads the people around us asking

How is that possible?

How it is that two people are alone?

Yet we are.

We are alone in our minds.

In our bubbles.

In our own pit of miseries.

As friends we do lend an ear to each other.

We do become the shoulders we cry on.

But in the end our battles are our own.

We are on our own.


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