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    The poem "Alone" describes how the speaker feels isolated and unable to experience joy in the same way as others from a young age. Something from their childhood drew them towards mystery and darkness from both good and evil in nature. Whatever this "demon" is that they see in the sky has given them a unique and solitary perspective on life that separates them from others.

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    The poem "Alone" describes how the speaker feels isolated and unable to experience joy in the same way as others from a young age. Something from their childhood drew them towards mystery and darkness from both good and evil in nature. Whatever this "demon" is that they see in the sky has given them a unique and solitary perspective on life that separates them from others.

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    Alone

    By

    EdgarAllanPoe

    FromchildhoodshourIhavenotbeen
    AsotherswereIhavenotseen
    AsotherssawIcouldnotbring
    Mypassionsfromacommonspring
    FromthesamesourceIhavenottaken
    MysorrowIcouldnotawaken
    Myhearttojoyatthesametone
    AndallIlovd
    I
    lovdalone
    Then
    inmychildhoodinthedawn
    Ofamoststormylifewasdrawn
    Fromevrydepthofgoodandill
    Themysterywhichbindsmestill
    Fromthetorrent,orthefountain
    Fromtheredcliffofthemountain
    Fromthesunthatroundmerolld
    Initsautumntintofgold
    Fromthelightninginthesky
    Asitpassdmeflyingby
    Fromthethunder,andthestorm
    Andthecloudthattooktheform
    (WhentherestofHeavenwasblue)
    Ofademoninmyview

    Likethepoemisdescribing,Liaisunabletoenjoyherlifelikehersurroundingpeers.Lias
    demonisherillness,asitbecomesabarrierandbreaksherviewpointonlifedowntowhere
    sheseesthingstotallyoppositeofwhatpeoplewouldnormallysee.Sheistooweaktopartake
    inahealthylife,asherillnessbringshertostopeating.Shelackspassiontoputherselfout
    there,sheisveryinsecureanddislikespartakinginaaverageday.


    FromFeste'sSelfHelpBookBy:ElisePartridge

    Childhood

    Youcameintothisworldtrailingcloudsallright,

    theyjusthappenedtobebigblackones.
    Inthecastleyoudrankfromapoisonedgoblet

    andwerechangedintosomethingevenbearscringeat.
    Whenyouawakebalingwiredinthorns,
    viceroysaroundyoucobwebbedtotheirsteins,
    motheatenermines,amutteringking

    whatchoicedoyouhave?
    Rappeldowntheturretwithyourcapandbells.

    Adolescence

    Handedabatoninabadluckrelay,
    you'veovershotthecliffandarepinwheelingdown,
    flailingintimetothatwhistlingwindkeening
    thatletsviewersknowyouwillsoonbecompressed
    underasubsequentsequenceofrocks.

    Squashedintopleatsacentimeterwide?
    Stridetillyou're3Dagain.

    Adulthood

    You'restaggeringthroughadarkwood,
    soundtrackafugue.

    Rememberwrensriskahandforasingleseed,

    orchidscansproutfromduffalone.

    ExecutiveSummary

    Howmanycanyoufeedfromyoursourdoughlumps?

    Eachmorning,braidaloaf.Givethemaway.
    .

    Everybodyhastheirdayswhentheyfeelundertheweatherandthattheyarentworth
    something.ForLiathatfeelingisconsistentlythere.AfterCassiepassesshefeelsguiltfornot
    beingthereinhertimeofneed.Consistentlystrivingtobecomemoreandmoreskinnybut
    inchingclosertothatunhappyending.Liacouldhavebeenanormalstudentanddaughterbut
    herillnessprovesitcanchangeherlifecompletely.Herdarkcloudisdeadlyandmakessure
    sheneversucceedsatanythinggood.

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