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People- he doesn't trust.

The world- he doesn't understand.

           During this time of loneliness, the sheet of paper

                                           is his only friend.

Ready for him,

Made just for him,

        the sheet of paper is everything he wants in a friend.

    With the ink of his righthand man, the pen, he furiously

    writes on the sheet of paper.

          By way of the pen, he pours his entire psyche into

                             the barren whiteness of the paper.

Letter by letter,

   Word by word,

      Line upon line,

         Precept upon precept,

              he soon realizes that this once dull sheet of

              paper is now the valuable keeper of

                       the most intimate of his intimates

                       the most darkest of his darkests

                       the most deepest of his deepests.

In unspeakable joy and sheer excitement, he rises the sheet

of paper high up to the altitude of the heavens,

                    repetively thanking God for sending a

                    friend of this magnitude across his path.

He draws this coveted prize close to his heart and immediately

feels the love and companionship radiating from the paper and

seeping into his being to fuse with his soul.

             With this onset,

                  he cries tears of joy

                           tears of joy

                           tears of joy

                  until he cries himself to sleep.

Waking up, he quickly notices that his friend is gone.

         Enveloped in drenching panic, he goes

              on a desperate search for the

                    sheet of paper.

Is it under the bed? No    Is it in my drawer? No

  Is it in my shoebox? No    Is it in my pockets? No

After looking in every crack, corner, and crevice of his home,

      he is absolutely sure that he simply missed a spot and

      misplaced his friend.

But suddenly, kidnapping his attention without a ransom note, he sees the sheet of paper burning in the fireplace.

       Out of his mouth raged a scream of horrific,

                    inhuman sadness.

   This sight hit his soul like a thousand cold knives

      and brought him to a state of profound depression.

              In a daze and pool of tears,

                he watches the paper burn into a

                near-nothing pile of ash.

After witnessing firsthand the death of the keeper of his

                 most intimate of intimates,

                 most darkest of darkests,

                 most deepest of deepests,

he realizes that his desire for friendship is just an elusive dream that he'll never, ever obtain.