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I sit here, in this rain, on this stone, thinking and thinking, yet not letting a single thought linger. Besides, why would one wish to lavish in his corrupted thoughts… thoughts of loneliness. Such thoughts drive a man to become reclusive in his pathetic life. With only these thoughts to keep him company, he would slowly slip away into his personal abyss and become a nothing… simply an empty capsule for the dark and loneliness to feed on. He would become weak, frail, and useless. Eventually the loneliness would consume him entirely, changing him into a fiend… A demon who was once human, now consumed by his cursed and wretched blood. He would eventually lose his mind and become more animal-like. His body would become numb to all feeling. He would search endlessly for feeling… for love, his drive… For something that used to make him feel so alive… such as the rain. He would sit there, on a rock, and let the rain fall down and touch his skin, craving for that cold, wet feeling that used to bring him so much energy and joy… but to no avail, Yet, he would still sit there in such a pathetic manner, with his head hung low, pondering about how he became what he is… how he chose this road that he could never turn off of. More than anything, he wanted to escape this dreaded life… but he could only hope for the best, hope was his only redemption… but it would fail him, for hope does not exist. It is merely wishful thinking, and in order to wish, one has to believe… and how can one believe… if loneliness is his only companion?