ZippySqrl 
Tired Artist
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*I’m nervous. Look at them._
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*So perfect, so... normal. They seem to take it for granted; the joyful effortlessness of communication, the elegant, delicate dance of dialog from one friend to another... what profound comfort it must be to have someone aware of your existence._*
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*To be alive, at this very moment, is a fact we all need to tell someone. The soul yearns for many things, but most fundamental is friendship. Connection. Alas, such simple pleasures elude me: I feel destined to wander this world alone, desolate, accompanied by little more than my shadow._
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*A life of humble solitude, of private reclusion, of quiet desperation.. Why can’t I find companionship? Just to be a member of the group.. feel part of something greater than myself? I could dream of nothing more than to be one of them, mere acceptance is all I would ask. The freedom to socialize, converse, laugh perhaps..._
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*I haven’t spoken to a soul in weeks. No... months. I’m not quite sure if my voice still works... Oh, such thoughts are poison on the mind. I must do something... I’m going to talk to them. How difficult can it be? Maybe they will like me. I must try. Otherwise I’ll never know. They will like me._*
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*I’m nervous. Look at them.
_
*So perfect, so... normal. They seem to take it for granted; the joyful effortlessness of communication, the elegant, delicate dance of dialog from one friend to another... what profound comfort it must be to have someone aware of your existence.
_
*To be alive, at this very moment, is a fact we all need to tell someone. The soul yearns for many things, but most fundamental is friendship. Connection. Alas, such simple pleasures elude me: I feel destined to wander this world alone, desolate, accompanied by little more than my shadow.
_
*A life of humble solitude, of private reclusion, of quiet desperation.. Why can’t I find companionship? Just to be a member of the group.. feel part of something greater than myself? I could dream of nothing more than to be one of them, mere acceptance is all I would ask. The freedom to socialize, converse, laugh perhaps...
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*I haven’t spoken to a soul in weeks. No... months. I’m not quite sure if my voice still works... Oh, such thoughts are poison on the mind. I must do something... I’m going to talk to them. How difficult can it be? Maybe they will like me. I must try. Otherwise I’ll never know. They will like me.