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Stranger Than the Rest

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“There is something at work in my soul, which I do not understand,” the words echo in my mind as I buff the floors of this fluorescent hell. I keep to myself here, amid the long halls and identical rooms.

There is a longing, for what, I know not. I only know, wherever I go, this loneliness that is part of me will still be there.

There is a new patient today. She rocks to her beating heart and stares blankly at the wall. With those eyes she must see beyond the mundane.

I feel my heart beat the same.