Sometimes I sit and think……

I dwell on them when I am alone,

But in a crowd I am often lost and for-lone,

Ripped apart sometimes even torn,

Yet I choose not to mourn…

I want to think , Yet I am often on the brink….

With him I choose not to clink….

Will it submerge in another drink??

 

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