I Was Never Alone

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Atlas was always alone. He grew up alone. And died alone. But that did not mean he wanted to be alone. He dreamed as everyone did, dreamed of making friends, having friends, and living a very good life. But the dreams failed. But Atlas never stopped trying. He tried and he tried, but with each consecutive failure. He closed off his heart altogether. The heart once closed and cold, can never be hurt. But even with his heart turning to ice, he still dreamed of someone being there for him. But, when you cannot find it, when given the chance. Would you make it yourself? Atlas was given a chance. And so, instead of finding out a friend, he made one himself.