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Wanderer. What does that word mean to you, I wonder? That word, how do you regard it? With contempt, for the time you've spent locked up has left little room for empathy, perhaps? With exuberance, for a promise of one day being allow to roam free, away from your sister? With jealousy, for the numerous relationships that one must hold, because you can't relate? With horror, because maybe that one has found his way back, even though you were safe from him? No, I know better as well as you do. You only feel lonely, because the word doesn't hold much interest. You didn't need anyone else, because you're used to that, even if you didn't want to. It might not be understood, but you've been here all along, and you learned how to live on.
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Apr 9
Apr 9, 2026 at 5:21 AM UTC
Wanderer of Shelves
Wanderer. What does that word mean to you, I wonder? That word, how do you regard it? With contempt, for the time you've spent locked up has left little room for empathy, perhaps? With exuberance, for a promise of one day being allow to roam free, away from your sister? With jealousy, for the numerous relationships that one must hold, because you can't relate? With horror, because maybe that one has found his way back, even though you were safe from him? No, I know better as well as you do. You only feel lonely, because the word doesn't hold much interest. You didn't need anyone else, because you're used to that, even if you didn't want to. It might not be understood, but you've been here all along, and you learned how to live on.
AkameOlea
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Apr 9
Apr 9, 2026 at 5:21 AM UTC
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