This isn't something profound.
I speak to strangers because there is no one else who listens. This is my last resort at sanity.
It is not a search for pity or empathy. It is merely a vehicle for thought. somewhere to set the cobwebs of the mind out into some sort of freedom and gain minor satisfaction from it all.
This is the quiet screaming out, and her name is Alice.
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