I was born an outcast in this societal flux. I ran against the torrent and was swept as a nuisance. I ate at the steps of the powerful and was hungry after each ideration.
My name is Harper and I am lost on my own path that I myself once established.
Elain wrote me a letter a few months ago and explained herself thoroughly. She examined each one of her fail-points and made every attempt to cover the uncovered and truth the lies. I read it over and over and over and yet...yet I still could not quite fathom that fact that her rational meant that I had damaged the core.
I folded the letter carefully and placed in in a box with the others.
It wasn't her fault at all but mine. I knew this to be true from thevery moment. Life hurts and thus induces shameful amounts of hurt upn each one of its riders.
Solitude: Your perils are a burden to my senses.
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