Sadder

Tired of being alone.
Craving for my own home.
Craving to start a new.
Craving to find someone like you.
Time passes by and it doesn't matter.
They tend to ask you why,
But you just shatter,
And it doesn't matter,
Life gets just sadder and sadder. 

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