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They say that Hell is other people and with that I completely agree. Only with other people do you suffer deceit, hate and misery from the murky pit that forms social interaction. Alone I remain apart and untouched by the daily horror of the swarm around me.
Yet I see that is not the whole story.
I marvel that others share happiness between each other. I witness the happenings of friendship and love, joys that I will never feel for myself.
And then I wonder, is it other people that bring Hell into my life? Or is it just me?