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Why can't Jonathan Vogel be real? Lonlieness doesn't even begin to describe it. People everywhere. They're all around in first, second, third, fourth. I'm still alone. I'm not lonely. How could anyone be with so many friends? They text all the time. Always bothering me. I'm alone. Within the confines of these four walls, I am the only one around; Happy by myself. They are here. Inside this room they tell me their stories. I tell the world. They are not real. They are as real as me. They are friends. They keep me company when I'm alone. I'm always alone. I'm never alone. At school I cannot find a moment of peace. Every moment I am on my own. I'm not even here. I know you can see me. You don't look me in the eye. How long have we been friends? You can't even see me. Oh, why can't Jonathan Vogel be real?
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