we are non-solitary creatures. we seek company. we always love company. we need company.
Misery loves company. We are misery. A pain, distress, wretchedness of condition. Miserable souls too caught up by the future, planning it, forgetiing the reality, the life we are living in now. We are hastily pulling out tricks in our attempts building and securing relationships with strangers around us that we have forgotten who we are, and how we appear in the eyes of others.
Misery. Will she ever realize that company is not fond of her?
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