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Some kinds of people will probably never escape that feeling of being alone. No matter what drug your doing, who your hanging out with, the people you've met, who your fucking, who your in love with, who's in love with you, how succesful you get. It's just their, it's like a first nature instinct to you like breathing is. You need it, you thrive on it, it gives you more definition than anything, and you hope to god that it goes away, but even if it does, you know right in the back of your mind it's not really gone, you just chose to ignore it for a short amount of time. Eventually you'll feel more lonely because it'll have gotten a hold of you, you two have become so fucking synonymous that the only difference between the two is, well, maybe their isn't one. But still, even if you know it, it feels so bad that you honestly wish to hell it would go away. You'll try everything I swear it, and everything that does make you feel great only lasts, what seems like I mere second. It's always with you, every single fucking second, every hand tick, and you may not notice it because you feel happy right now, but it'll catch back up with you. It always does. It's even with you when your feeling good, you're just so caught up thinking your feeling great, that you forget all about it, but it's still their, always is.