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AloneEvery night I trudge up the stairsAlone by *lstdy
Alone.
I climb into bed--It's such a big bed--
Alone.
I stay awake long after I should
Scanning the facewebs for companionship.
I get to talk to some people some of the time
But most I'm afraid to ask.
They're too busy, right? They don't want to talk to me, right?And besides, I'm so lousy at texty-chat.
Oh sure, sometimes I have something to say,
But most of the time we just sit in awkward text-chat silence.
And I stay online longer than I should.
Fatigue overtakes my body.
I just want someone--
Anyone...
I'm so afraid.
It's more scary than the boogeyman,
More fearsome than the dark.
Things
Reports to the DevilOur Most Infernal Lord, Your servant, the proud Mephistophilis hails you. Why dost thou assign him to me? His impertinence and quickness to utter the name of Your hated enemy brings sickness to my insides. Whereas I appeared to him in mine own shape, he called me to exeunt and return as a friar. A friar! Doest he think they are of better character than I? No matter; at least it was one of Your servants and not something that is truly despised in your sight, such as Your enemy, about which he hast studied to receive his name of “doctor.” He was quite impatient; usually an exceptional quality, except when directed at Your servant.Reports to the Devil by *lstdy
Sta.sh
and happy new year! 
