Alone, not Lonely

I know Loneliness well—
he's a great friend of mine;
when others leave, 
he's there.
Staring back at me.
His presence suffocates me.
Like fog over London,
he's here often.
Sometimes I can feel him in my heart.
A heavy weight.

Sometimes I wish for a different friend.
Alone.
When others leave,
she's there.
Smiling back at me.
Her presence leaves me content.
Like freshly baked cookies,
I adore her.
Sometimes I can feel her in my heart.
A lighter weight.

I wish I were Alone, not Lonely.
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mollythebookcat

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16 years old

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