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August 4th

8/23/2017

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"Can you describe the pain of loneliness?  What does it sound like?  What does it look like?"

It, for me, is those moments when I get upset because - even though my friends accept me, like me, want to hang out with me....  But sometimes my mind changes its angle of vision and decides that I am wholly, profoundly different to them.  (Or almost all of them.)  And I suddenly feel incredibly isolated.  The one tree standing in a plain of ice.

And I have to resist the hatred that before that was scorn and before that, originally, was this feeling of isolation, utter isolation, even though my friends, like I said, want to talk to me, hang out with me, and accept me even if I don't want to do all of these things and don't watch the same things or read or do or like the same things.  So I have to resist this pain and sadness becoming anger.

What does it sound like?  A held breath, held painfully long.

And look like?  Your reflection is all there is, and it is a silhouette.
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