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The World did not weep, it did not even notice that it was missing someone. For the World Kevin was nobody, it was as if he was invisible. A ghost moving hearts and lives to a better place, never being able to cross over himself.

He wondered why is it so, that no matter how hard you push, nothing moves or changes. Unable to impact his own life, only a servant for others. He doesn't necessarily mind helping people, but it just gets so lonely to see people come and go. Alone with the thought that nobody even looked back.

What it means to truly be alone?