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aya;

i didn't mind the loneliness but it got exhausting. finding nothing when you got home, finding no one when i went anywhere. the only society around me were the old people who smiled at me when i gave them their coffees, the 10 year olds who pestered me for cigarettes and the occasional person who complemented or insulted me.

was it the good life. i don't fucking know anymore.

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