I wish I knew what to say but I don't. Here I am, fast and free, waiting patiently. I awake each morning with loneliness and an overwhelming feeling of destitution. What do I do? Where should I run? I've run too far, stopped too short. What should I do? I want nothing but to be happy -- something I cannot achieve. My hunger for belonging is worse than my hunger for food. My heart grows sadder by the day, the hour, the minute, the second. Why must I be all alone? Won't anyone have me? I feel not. I take up space -- space that could be used for those more important. I have lost love. I have lost friendship. I have lost life. I have lost me. What to do with a lost soul? Who wants it? Surely no one. A sapling among tall pines. A loser among winners. A lost soul -- that's what I am. That's who I will be. This is my life, the lost life, that no one wants. I am my Hell. I suffer always and enjoy nothing. A computer programmed for a lost mission. I am a lost soul, controlled by others. A lost society. A lost world.

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