Sometimes, when I'm alone, I wonder what life would be like if someone actually understood me. I seem to see things so much differently than anyone else, and I don't understand why. Once in awhile, I wish, for one second, that I could be like others, not seeing as I do. Then, I know, that I could never go back- I never want to go back. The path I travel is a lonely path- I am the only one I have ever seen on it. But it is the most beautiful path you may ever see- and so I am mostly content to be alone, myself, on the path I choose.

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