cursed to despair,
Fortunate with fortunes
But, the heart lays bare.
Surrounded by many
Amidst them all alone,
enveloped in affection
But, unconditional love, none.
Plentiful are necessities,
Provided for in abundance,
living close to perfection,
But, hollow without substance
Trying conditions persist.
Days are long and fleeting
Struggling to stay in pace,
But the mind takes a beating
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