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Everybody says they need somebody else,
that they long for another person to hold,
and without that someone, they feel oh so alone,
like a lone rowboat lost amid waves of insanity.
In imagined peril they weep through the nights
and spend the days wearing a mock grin.
Smile through a perfect shell, oh, or so they think,
and they will at long last come upon their companion.
Dreaming in a muted, muffled world of frightened hearts,
a beacon! Shining, angelic light, a symbol of hope and love.
They swim towards it while drowning in dark confusion
as worldly ideas continue to strangle their exhausted cries.
People in pure clothing beckon to them from a white dock,
outstretching uncalloused hands in gestures of welcome.
Tears of relief and euphoria flow freely from the travelers' eyes
as they come to think that they are finally near a sanctuary.
But as they reach for an uplifting hand, an apparent friend,
their cold fingers grasp desperately upon emptiness,
the result of chasing a mirage, merely a ghost trip.
Will there ever be a safe haven for a continual searcher?
Drearily, the longing souls journey on into the night,
singing songs of mourning amidst the cold sea.
With ever stroke of their tired arms, they cry another tear,
and still another stroke they take, another breath.
Forever they are doomed to travel the ocean of despair.
Due to their own ignorance they are fated to sorrow.
Why can they not see someone following them,
someone who has adored them since the start?
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