Damn panda or worst
No, I don´t feel
Alone
And I never did.
When I´m alone
Or even when
I just feel
Like I´m surrounded
By a strange emptiness
Of beings
I just feel
Near extinction.
I feel loneliness
In a different way
And it is the same
At night inside a empty
Room,
At noon in a crowded
Bar,
In the morning
With two more feet
Down on the bed,
Always the same feeling,
As I´m the last specimen
Of a useless weak specie,
Born not to last
But to be at least, lost.
B.
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