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we all live in empty houses.

i’ve always feared living in a huge house with nobody else in it. how the floors might creak, and the roof might leak, and only i would ever know. how when a light bulb flickered and died, my neighbors would neither notice nor care. there would be no one to help dust the shelves. no one to protect me from intruders. no one to check the locks when i was too afraid to do it myself.

then one day, i realised: i was already living alone.

we all are.

you have to live alone in your head, and your heart, and your body. no matter what you do, who you love, where you go, you stay alone inside you.

you can wear yourself down to nothing screaming, but you can’t get out and nobody else can get in.

we all live in empty houses.

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