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I wake up, and I am alone. My body is cold, and my mind is blank, waiting for the light to illuminate my thoughts. The night has left me in a daze, with realization slowly trickling in. I am alone.



The house is quiet. The food is stale and tastless on my tongue, and it hurts to swallow. I stare out the window. The sky is colourless and bland, stretching out to forever.



Spring is coming, but the wind remains cold against my face as I walk outside. I head out with a purpose, but I forget what it is, preferring just to be out in the chilled wind. It's nice to have something gently touch my face.



I see others, yet I remain alone. They pass me as if I were a ghost or a plague, not an eye to be seen. I am lost in the town I grew up in. I am lost on my own street.



I take pause as I notice my youth in the distance. Far from me are the days of joy and glee that surrounded days like this. Five thousand cigarette burns later, and here I am.



I wind the corners, returning to the beginning. Work is expecting me, expecting me to deliver a spirit I can not muster. I don't bother with a call. I light up. Five thousand and one.



I waste here, the light. I let my cancer grow. I let my eyes glaze with bitterness. Seconds, minutes, hours, days. They all blend to create the space in which I occupy, and the desperation in which I dwell.



Finally I let it out, my final anguish for the day as the sun peaks on it's horizon. My hands let fly until the flesh is soft, beaten raw. I shake, tremble, beaten. I take poise, my chest heaves. The still hear my voice. It reverberates against the walls, the sound of a soul under the weight.



Of all this, of the cigarette burns and the softened flesh, the flattened frames tell all the best. The walls are empty, the house is quiet now. I am alone.Was I always alone?



She was there, too. She was always there, always with me, with the first and last breaths of each day. She was there even when she didn't want to be, even sometimes when I didn't want her to be, she was there. Will she always be there? Am I ever alone?


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I don't you can see, I only use my superpowers for good...


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