Loneliness, a presence of someone who always has been there even before you were ;
the unseen side of being alone.
The forgotten vaguely in a touch …a scent …a pain light as a mist. . .
gone… leaving you to fathom what forever was without a name,
emboandme The prodding of a restless heart 
A deafening silence when you look within, that’s what loneliness was for me for the longest time..
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Indeed the silence was loud but as like everything else in life, we become accustomed to its sting until one day we become strong enough to move forward, and so I did. Thank you for sharing your experience of it. 🙂
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My pleasure Alice 🙂
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And it’s a bruise never recovered
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Hi izza I must admit that the bruise was for a long time pronounced however life always provides favors that not only soothes the soul and heals but also cancels out the pain and I am grateful I am left with words to express and a heart to move on. Thank you for passing by here, glad of your presence! 🙂
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So beautiful,
and so true,
I very much agree with you.
All the best, ❤
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Thank you so much;
I really appreciate.
All the best, ❤
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