Communication

I am a boy. A boy with no name. Where I live, there is nothing, just a blank infinity. Forever, I wander through this place trying to find something or possibly, someone. I am all alone with no one but my pencil. I draw to talk, to express my emotions. But will I ever find someone else? Does this world only have me? I ask these questions to myself until I find an invisible wall. What could this mean? Have I finally found something or even someone?

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