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i have felt this feeling,

time and time again,

month after month bleeding into years-

i am alone.

i am alone in the most bitter sense-

the one where you can be surrounded on all sides,

your lungs threatening to turn you claustrophobic,

and yet your heart is lonely,

and your skin yearns for comfort your covers can not give,

and your mind...

your mind longs for a connection that reminds you that you're still alive.

i am alone,

in the most bitter sense there is.

The End

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