With awkward feet walking towards my path in loneliness, I follow an abstract line to end it, to undertake a journey alone,
but hasn't I always been?
'I'd like to get over this', I say as the flowers at the top of the path smile at me.
I am lonely with my headphones, always have been, and that makes it more fascinating.
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