Loneliness

Knock knock!

Who's there?

Ness!

Ness who?

'ness you're comfortable in your own skin, learn to befriend loneliness. Age, sex, creed, caste, nationality no bar.

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I heard it in his voice. I heard it in his tone. I listened as he spoke.
Loneliness broke through the static of the phone lines.

'Buy a webcam. Download Skype! I can see you when we chat! Buy a microphone and a headset so I can hear you' - all the disguises that he hoped would throw the stalker off the scent. But loneliness is like a blood stain on a crisp white shirt. It sticks.

It's ok my friend. You're not alone. We all have blood on our shirts.