For as long as I have known, loneliness has always been my companion. I am the flickering light post standing on the dark kerb. I am the last tick of the clock. I am the withered flower straining against the wind. I am the stray dog scurrying for protection from the fires and storms. I am the little scratch on your arm, the melting snow flake, the broken bird. I am the never falling petal, forever immobile upon that tree.

People do not jeer at me. They cannot see me, but I am used to it.

I leave my room to gaze at my stars. They always flicker like they empathise with me. I do not believe them. They are too far and I am too small.

Loneliness, it is my only friend.

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