Stranded

Is it only me?

This page is blank

Why is it only  my pen that races across the white landscape? Is there something wrong with me?

Why is everyone staring?

"Special...she's special,"

How? 

Why?

Aren't you special?

Aren't we all? How do you not enjoy this?

Doesn't it send a thrill through your bones? A chill up your spine? No?

Then I truly am alone.

 

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