Alone in a crowd. Where am I? Another self lost in a sea of desolate faces. Who am I? Emptiness within and throughout. Consummate fire of existential doubt. A blazing pillar of solitude. A foundation for the soul. Wanderer. Awkwardly traversing a path riddled with answers. Arriving exhausted, bewildered, at the question:

Why?

 

 

 

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