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The Search Continues

She's sitting, staring blankly in space. So alone.. So depressingly alone.
She holds her pen. These are the moments she speaks with her heart, crying her thoughts out.

She doesn't need someone to listen, she never wanted to.


Just a pen and paper, and she'll be all right. She will just be all right.

All along, she's been by herself, all by herself.
She found no one to trust a full connection with her.

No one.

She sadly smiles. No one.

She closed her notebook, placed down her pen.

No one.