This one needs a title. I thought "Insufficient friend might work"?
Easy is anger where sadness is lost like dust on a bust.
I found no one in someone once upon a dream of personality.
Falling eighty feet from right here in my nifty lofty seat.
Stolen dreams lost in an enigma of desperation in crazed inspiration.
Fight through the pain of interpretation and sucked into a vacuum of harmony.
Pointless and aimless twisting in a world based in only chaos.
At the end of hope are dangled thoughts of romance.
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