Lonely.
    
    It's very lonely creating all alone.
    I'd imagine a friend.
    But, it just remind me of the real ones.
    
    The one that left.
    The one I was forced to leave.
    The ones that had to leave.
    All of them.
    Gone.
    
    I write this to deal with the sorrow.
    I acknownledge the past.
    I set the memory of my sister in my world.
    
    Blood is not defines family.
    I'm the one who creates.
    Who's to say lonely is to feel alone?
    If I say it doesn't, it doesn't
    
    Words are letters.
    Letters are lines.
    Lines can bend and twist.
    I can simply undo the word.
    Lonely is undefined.
    
    If something is not existent.
    It does not exist.
    They use that to reach supriority.
    Yet, they do not see they are really destroying.
    
    It is not strength that makes one strong.
    Nor endurance that makes one run.
    Anger is the force that fuels the fatal blow.
    Fear is the force that tells prey where to go.
    
    If one is to not feel, one is to not exist.
    Emotion is everything.
    Without emotion you are empty.
    
    Nothing, but Ideas.
    
    Numbers.
    
    Code.