You are most lonely when
lying there alone.
The worms wiggle
You'll never feel again, or hear, or cry!
No more pain or awareness.
Not even knowing you are lonely or the meaning of loneliness.
No more fear.
No, no more.
The adorning spirit left.
No, no more.
No more cursing or complaining.
No more slandering or movements of the mouth.
No more imitating as well.
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