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Alone


I am here.

Alone.

Engulfed by the masses, a sea of blissful ignorance.

Yet still, 

Alone.

It is so loud.

So very loud...

Almost too loud.

Too loud to comprehend,

Too loud to distinguish.

I scan the room and take in their faces.

Each so different, each so unique.

I smile to myself, wondering what they're all like.

Maybe they're like me. 

Maybe they're lonely too.

I wonder if we all could ever become fr-

                                                                                                                                                                 Ring.

 

The bell.

It chimes and they stand. 

The clamoring, jostling, and jingling of loose articles prevades the air.

Onward they press, going about their business.

And now, I am Alone once more.

But this time is different.

This time, there is Silence.

 

 

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