I was born. I went to school. No one liked me. I am all alone.
I grew up, liked girls. None liked me. I am all alone.
Couples hugging in the halls, holding hands on the street. No one touched my skin for years. I am all alone.
I met a girl. She loved me, touched my skin; body shivvering, because I was all alone.
We got married. I got sick. Then she left me. I am all alone.
I go to work. I close the door. I live in fear. I am all alone.
I cut myself. I see the blood. I’m really here. […]
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