I hear the mocking laughter of yours
It mocks no pride in me
I see the coldness in your eyes
It chills no bone of me
I smell the putrid thoughts of yours
It swells no disgust in me
I feel the blatant wrath of yours
It spurs no vengeance in me
I observe the mercenary principle of yours
It holds no value for me
I stand-alone in this big world of yours
As alone as one can be.
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