I sit here alone. My arms crossed in front of me, my chin on my wrist. A steady "tick-tick" eats away at my time. Never stopping. Never going. Here I am alone.

Time, in its essence, is running out. For me. For you. For us. We do nothing about it. We just stay still. Alone.

We fight for nothing, are proud of nothing. I try to stay alive. It's slipping away. I can see it go as I sit here alone.

It's going faster now, ot so it seems. It isn't ticking anymore. It's pounding. I can feel it in my chest. I can hear it in my ears. It goes away. I am alone.

I should go. I need to do something. I will do nothing. I have nothing to do. But yet there's something. I stay here alone.

I spin and fall. The pounding returns. I am on the floor. No one is around. I try to get up but I need help. I'll never get it. Because I am here alone.

I close my eyes. I try to think. Someone is coming toward me. They stop. They laugh. The point at me. The laugh even more. But here I lay in the dark. I am still alone.

Who was it? This person that laughed at me? Who was having fun at my expense? I recognize who they are. It's too late to stop them. I lay here again. Alone.

That person knows me. But I don't know them. I think about what they are, who they are. Trying to answer unasked questions. Alone.

I now know who they are. But I can't tell who. It hurts too much. That's why I'm here -- alone.

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