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  • I can't explain to anyone the loneliness. Like a fog around me, cutting off my air. I can't explain just how much each thought hurts, each thought tearing me so many ways. Everything is me, on my own, every single, solitary thing. And it tires me.

    To never have been loved. To never have someone tell me they love me, and then have them wake up next to me. To be as important to someone as they are to themselves. I cannot explain how this churns inside.

    My loneliness is only compounded by those who have someone to love them, and tell me how difficult their lives are. I agree, life can be excruciating at times, but you are not alone. You have warmth.

    It is a twisted irony then that increasingly I want to be on my own. To retreat, to walk away from everyone and everything.

    For those of you who have ever been loved, for however long or short a period of time that may have been, cherish it. Cherish that someone thought so much of you that they even said the words, and even more so the actions.

    Imagine a life where you never felt it. Actually, imagine an existence.
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