PlugA Poem by Natasha Montgomery
Oppressive loneliness.
Not the feeling of being alone that gives you freedom; like being the only person awake at 3:30 in the morning, speeding down the barren highway as if you were in post-apocalyptic wasteland and had reign over the once bustling street. Oppressive loneliness. One. One alone. Not one with the universe, not one with anyone or anything. Not even one with yourself. Disconnected.
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