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I'm afraid I can't talk right now.

I'm busy being fed up with being lonely.

I'm trying to ignore the world,

like the world loves to ignore me.

No one thinks of me,

unless they want something.

They live in this confidence,

that when they finally decide to acknowledge me again.

I'll be there waiting for the attention.

Happy to have an opportunity to not be alone anymore.

Even if for only awhile.

But I won't live like that anymore.

Because I can handle being lonely,

but I can't handle being lonely when I know I don't have to be.