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I'm always alone. People watching, watching people, go about their lives, while I dwell in the moment that is mine. My only inspiration is the music in my ears. My only friend. Those people. They all leave me behind. And I am bored and I am tired. The only thing to keep me alive and awake is my music. That's all I can find that I have. My music which no one else can hear. So after they all leave, those people I never speak with, but crave to, I will sit and listen to my only friend, the music. But even that I cannot touch.