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The Pain of Being AloneAnd there I was, again, in my house.
It was past midnight. Everyone is asleep.
Everyone but me.
I was like a girl without any social life.
No friends to speak of.
And no, that neighbor of mine doesn't think I'm one.
Or maybe because I am too shy.
I had no friends except for my dolls.
Emotionless and void of life.
I always fail in trying to make friends.
It was a failure I've always lived with.
I don't know why.
In my encounters, was I a cruel person?
Have I hurt someone more than I wanted?
Do people see me as a menace?
Other people never wanted to see me.
Do people find me strange?
Am I something that people hated?
I don't know. I can never answer these questions.
If I try, I would only get hollow lies.
Never getting truthful answers.
I close my eyes, beckoning the darkness of the night.
I have always slept in my room alone.
But when I closed them, tears welled out.
The pain has grown in me through the years.
Sadness is no stranger to me.
In profound sadness, I could only cry.
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