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I woke up this morning with the same old feeling of loneliness that has been my constant companion for what feels like an eternity. It's hard to explain but it's almost like I've lost touch with the world around me, or perhaps more accurately put, I've never really connected with anyone in the first place.
As I stand here in front of this ancient bookshelf adorned with the Baroque paintings that adorn my walls, I find myself pondering the secrets hidden within those pages. Maybe it's a sign of my isolation but I find solace in these dusty tomes and the intricate details that dance across their yellowed pages. The silence of my mansion is only broken by the occasional creak of a wooden floorboard beneath bare feet.
But what lies beyond this threshold? Beyond the confines of these walls where I reside alone with only my thoughts for company? Maybe someday someone will walk through that door and see me standing here with my arms up, my body splayed across the room like a canvas waiting to be explored. Until then, I'll keep staring at those paintings, searching for answers in the faintest of whispers that seem to echo within their golden frames.
I am Lona, Age 40
My massive boobs feel like weights, dragging me down further into this abyss of sadness.
It feels like it's been an eternity since I last felt a warm touch or heard the sound of someone else's voice beyond the walls of my mansion.
As I stand here in front of these
