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Hanging out
by myself
my own
alone
nature
a part of me
apart from
everyone.
Self,
no self,
fickle fortune
unfortunate fate
finds
me down
so down
again.
Same old
Samsara blues.
This too
shall pass
all will pass
I will pass
until
nothing
but my eyes
float in empty
emptiness
leaving
only
no me
lonely
forgone
bygone
real gone
hanging out
no where
at all.
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