Lone Wolf

When I was young, about 14, I used to say I was the lone wolf. I saw the world as full of people who were shallow and self absorbed and blind. I said that one day I would disappear into the woods and no one would miss me. It seems my teenage angst has become more of a premonition of my life alone. Loneliness for a lifetime is like being eaten slowly by one single tiny termite, bit by bit, tiny tunnels and holes slowly turning you from strong and able to face anything to something brittle and
full of holes, still resembling our former self but one day the tiniest blow will break us in two.

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