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Alone in the dimly lit corner of a rundown bar, I sit, drowning my sorrows in a sea of alcohol. Each glass a futile attempt to numb the ache in my heart, to fill the void left by the absence of a woman's touch. The laughter and chatter around me only serve to amplify my solitude, a constant reminder of what I crave but cannot attain.
My eyes, once filled with hope and longing, now mirror the emptiness of my soul. They reflect the shattered dreams and broken promises that haunt my every thought. Each passing moment feels like an eternity, as I yearn for the warmth of someone beside me, for the gentle caress of loving arms.
But they remain elusive, these fleeting moments of happiness that others seem to effortlessly grasp. I am but a lost soul adrift in a sea of faces, longing for a connection that never comes. And so I drown myself in alcohol, hoping to numb the pain, if only for a brief moment.
But even in my drunken stupor, I cannot escape the overwhelming loneliness that consumes me. It lingers like a shadow, a constant companion in this desolate existence. And so I sit, a solitary figure in a crowded room, longing for the touch of a woman's hand, for the love that seems forever out of reach. Each sip of alcohol burns like a reminder of my own inadequacy, each swallow a bitter pill of self-loathing and regret.
Memories of past loves dance tauntingly at the edges of my mind, mocking me with their fleeting sweetness before fading into the abyss of despair. I wonder what I did wrong, what flaw in my being repels the affection I so desperately crave. Was it something I said? Something I did? Or am I simply destined to wander this world alone, forever searching for a love that will never be mine? It is just how I look, how I was born without will or capacity to choose, I know, but my mind cannot stop trying to understand what it already knows, or better: a solution that does not exist.
The weight of my loneliness presses down on me like a leaden blanket, suffocating any glimmer of hope that dares to flicker within me. I am a ship lost at sea, tossed about by the merciless waves of despair, with no lighthouse to guide me home. And so I cling to my glass like a lifeline, hoping that somehow, someway, it will lead me out of this darkness and into the arms of the one who will finally make me whole.
Foids destroyed my life.
