There's a dull ache that hums through my body. It lingers in quiet mornings sometimes. I can hear my own thoughts echoing against the walls of my mind. The feeling is reminiscent of the stillness of a nearly-abandoned library. Every creak and rustle of the old building reminds you of how alone you are.
I don't like this feeling and I'm not sure what I'm suppose to do with it. It comes every now and then when I'm wondering if I'm where I should be. Am I happy where I am right now? Maybe I'm not. Maybe that's why every time the feeling comes, I'm reminded that I am on my own.
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