Monday, January 02, 2023
He stands alone in his room watching the lights, of passing cars, dash across his bedroom wall. He feels the void of life like a force keeping him solitary. The echoes of past memories, times when he felt less alone, haunt his waking hours as he wonders if he’s always been truly alone.
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