Not Aimless, Not Lost, Lonely.

Don’t know what to do.

Useless.

Helpless.

Don’t know where to go.

Clumsy.

Awkward.

Don’t know what to say.

Silent.

Silence.

That’s all there is to it. If only there was an easy answer. If only the mystery could be solved quickly.

Solitude.

That’s not what’s wanted. That’s what’s received.

Given.

Taken.

Pride.

No desire, can’t ask for company.

Burden.

 

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