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Created on: August 23, 2008
Deep at the core of your being, there can
be a yearning that is never quite filled.
It calls to you like a seductive lover,
tempting you with her lust.
what is this lonely area we feel at times?
Misery? Is this her name?
Sadness? Is it she?
No, it is loneliness calling at your door.
She cries out to you!
Even when you are not alone
you hear her voice.
Even in a crowded room
she reaches you.
Why does she follow you?
How do you let her loose?
Do others hear her too?
I have seen many, and felt her by their side.
I have cried many tears for those her know her name.
Yet I have learned they choose to listen to her
calls.
Like a friend knocking at your door
they greet her.
But she does not come alone, do not believe
what her name implies.
she brings company...
Misery is her name, and misery loves company.
So watch out for them.
Like a temptation you should avoid
be careful not to give in to their
lust, their greed.
They will seduce you, entice you
in ways you do not realize.
And trap you in their web.
Should you answer their call you will weep.
the deepest cries.
Like a lone wolf
you will wander
lost and afraid.
Hungry,confused,angered.
Many days and nights may haunt you.
Do not give in!
Recognize their voice.
It is easy to be trapped by them.
As we wait for others to fill the void,
it grows deeper.
realize you must fill it yourself.
You must fight her.
And her company.
Do not allow yourself to weave
her web.
It will only trap you.
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