I want to be able to walk alone. I want to be the girl who pirouettes on the thin line of Loneliness, singing softly to herself in the reverberating echo of emptiness. I want the air to be filled with only particles of me: my breath, my scent, my heartbeat, my essence. I want to be alone and yet I am too afraid that if I were truly solitary, I would cease to be a person altogether.
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