That growing feeling of solitude is unavoidably emerging and I can't help letting it out from me. I feel loved, yes, I do, but I do need something else.
I sometimes feel broken up, as if I had nothing else but my thoughts, and my questionably improved self-confidence. How do I know that? I just don't know. I'm considerably much better this way, regardless of what it may look like.
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