Loneliness

"I have no pride -no pride, no name, no face, no country. I don't belong anywhere. Too sad, too sad... It doesn't matter, there I am, like one of those straws which floats round the edge of a whirlpool and is gradually sucked into the centre, the dead centre, where everything is stagnant, everything is calm". Jean Rhys, Good Morning, Midnight

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