I am engulfed in a suffocating feeling of emptiness, a hollow ache that never fades away. Each morning, I wake up to the same silent walls, and each evening, I retreat into the same solitary confinement within my mind. Throughout the day, I navigate through life on autopilot, my thoughts consumed by the deafening silence that surrounds me. And at night, the loneliness wraps around me like a suffocating cloak, a constant reminder of my solitary existence.

No one talks to me like others talk, and I am left feeling like an invisible specter in a world that spins on without me. I long for connection, for the warmth of a genuine conversation, for a moment of understanding that would bridge the chasm of isolation that separates me from the rest of humanity. Yet, my yearning remains unfulfilled, and I am left to navigate the world as if I were already a living corpse.

I wish I could erase the yearning for human connection, to be born without a heart that only serves to weigh me down. The pain of craving something that continually eludes me is a burden I cannot bear, and I find myself wishing for a different kind of existence, one untouched by the torment of longing for that which I cannot have. But as the days stretch on, I remain trapped in this cycle of silent suffering, my heart heavy with the loneliness that has become my constant companion.
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