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Loneliness

Loneliness is an empty room dust floating in the air, books piled on top of a rusty shelf flies and ants dead in a corner— The door locked— no one comes in or out granite walls that have sharp cracks echoes trapped and unable to escape The white, blank space lines of journal on a hard-scratched wooden table. A glimpse of sun through the curtains but, darkness pushes back.

Loneliness

Loneliness is an empty room dust floating in the air, books piled on top of a rusty shelf flies and ants dead in a corner— The door...