Its just one of those days again. Why's life becoming so monotonous. Where are all my friend(s). It seems like after so long a time, I'm still as alone as was before. get a life? I don't seem to bother anymore. Maybe the only reason I chose to write on loneliness for the gp essay is that I'm the real lonely one. It's true. I'm lonely. Everyday, I'm all alone. Dazed, in a world of my own. A world where time and space blend into one. Am I Mad? No. I'm still, just, lonely.  

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