So odd a thing it is, to be lonely. So odd it is, that it's nothing to do with being alone. So odd it is that with the people you love most, is often the place you feel it most. So odd it is that the more you ignore the feeling, the worse it becomes. So odd it is, that it must become verbal to become nonexistent. So odd it is, that the elephant in the back of your mind is not the elephant in the room. So odd it is, that what holds you back is the thing that needs fixed. So odd it is that to get past lonely, you must temporarily conquer it.
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Three Hundred And Sixty Degrees
RandomEvery random scene that runs through my head but has no story to go with it. From the creepy to the romantic to the could've been. Here's a peek into the strangeness that is my imagination.
