Sometimes I feel a special type of loneliness - the worst type of loneliness. It's a like wasabi induced explosion to the head and a dull ache in the pit of your stomach. At first, I thought it was caused by the realisation that I was utterly alone but I later learnt that it was the self-hate that sinks in as I wonder how I ever forgot. It comes from the realisation that I have somehow managed to shed my cold scales and need to begin growing the next ones.
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