I wake up and smell the sweet scent of solitude. Lonliness encapsulating my emotions in one single gulp. I lift my heavy head full of thoughts, swimming about their usual speed of 100mph. And i realise i am in a classroom where i'm standing at the front, fully clothed waist down.
I've noted i'm alright with this, but what i'm not alright with, is the fact that i am alright with it. Yousee what i mean? No you dont. Of corse you dont. Because in my head there is only one thought that makes sense and that is the crazy woman shouting at the top of her lungs, wanting to break free of this curse of solitude.
Never.
Forever.
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