I wish I had a caring friend I could tell all my secrets and thoughts to, but I don't. It may seem I'm a loner, but I'm just alone. I don't know how to interact with others. I don't know how to communicate. What do I know? Who am I? What am I? I don't feel human, never have. I don't feel. I see pictures being painted by music. I hear symphonies being created by dissonance of every day machinery. Noises created out broken thoughts and thoughts created out of blankness of existence.
I am work in progress. Not finished yet.
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