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I stare out across the empty plane.
The lack of intrigue disappoints me.
The emptiness that engulfs me is apparently without end.
I call out for companionship.
My response is an echo.

I gaze at a distance.
This is unoccupied.
As a tear rolls down my face, I realize there is no hand to wipe it away.
No voice to console me, and no shoulder to support me.

After a time, I see something.
Someone in the distance.
He has heard my pleas.
He wants to help.
I shrug and decline.
And turn my back to him ("for there is nothing wrong").

Everything that I ignore must surely go away.
When I find what I’ve been searching for, why must I throw it away?
My solitude is chosen.
The walls that surround me built by my own hands.