одиночка

Anyday, everyday, this day, now.

sitting, reflections pouring into her eyes, her eyes pouring into reflection.

a-lone.

hand itching away constant mind, mind itching away at her, she patiently moves away, then comes back, do you love me? do you care for me? do you understand me? do you know me? i’m here. i promise.

short smile, fake noise, solid nothing, merely blankness.

sound of a familiar voice creeps louder, louder than any thing she is shown, anything, anything but her. Itching wonders, wonders itches, fading away.

silence growing into something so quiet, something so louder. those familiar tears, they fade in time, never disappear, she had been pushed aside again. familiarity to replacement, only one who stays. another leaves, like the most important exit of all, they continue.

is she a-lone, she does not know, she just is. Merely questions, mostly answers, definitely her. apparently her, always.

tossed away after once, doormat, object with heart, miss you, I’m busy, next time, I don’t know, family? sister? friend? acquaintance? void? person? object? insecure.

a-lone.

her voice her a-friend.

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