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I can't be the only one confused about things that I can't understand. 

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More Alone

Sometimes, late at night, when the World around me has gone radio silent, I take my hands from under the covers and hold them high in the air.  Then, when the moment is just right, I join them . In hopes that the action of hand holding won't be foreign for me when the chance presents itself to me.  Yet no matter how many times, no matter the hour - the action is never right.  And in some way, it makes me feel even more alone. 


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