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Alone

Time watched. Passing. Day to night. Dreams. Morning.

I watch as days become weeks.

I feel like I am motionless while the World keeps spinning.

I’m unnoticed. No one sees me or wants to know me.

I wake up and sit at my desk. I go to bed to dream to wake again to do the same again.

Nothing changes and I have no answer to the many questions that linger on my mind.

Time is constant. Hours spent wondering if there is more to life. I’m alone and worried about too many things I have no control over.

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