alones

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I lost my place in a book, where my proud bookmark had once stood,  was an empty crease folded among several others,each as identical as the last. I lost my my place in a world, where my proud feet had once stood,
We think we're alone, Accompanied by nothing but, Pains that linger, aching from toe to finger, Breaking apart our hearts and souls, Making us lose all control, But stop!  
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