Living Life 

When I am alone, let me be comfortable by myself

Instead of dwelling in a sea of self-hatred called loneliness
Let my time in life not be spent
Waiting passively for that right person
Stagnated by the concept, if only he were here
My life would be so different
Alone  this life I entered, in death will be the same
So between the two extremes let my alone time
Not be succumbed in pain
But a pleasant challenge, a time for me to get to know me
And if by chance I am graced with a mate
I will know who i am enough to share and not self-sacrifice
By becoming someone else’s dream of who i should be 

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