Solitude 99/100

At first, the solitude seemed like a comforting, old friend. She wrapped me up in her loving arms, protecting me from hurled insults and constant let downs. Along the tumultuous way, something was lost and the solitude began to change. She began to drown me underneath the waves of echoing silence and the loneliness was a soul crushing reminder of what I had lost when I gained the solitude. I wanted to hear something or experience something just to feel alive again. Every time I fought to free myself, the undertow of the solitude just pulled me down under deeper.

Word Count: 100


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