div class="post_title" style="outline: none 0px; -webkit-tap-highlight-color: rgba(0, 0, 0, 0); margin: 0px 0px 10px; padding: 0px 20px; border: 0px; font-family: 'Helvetica Neue', HelveticaNeue, Helvetica, Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 22px; font-weight: bold; font-stretch: inherit; line-height: 1.3; vertical-align: baseline; box-sizing: border-box; color: #444444;"Monologue of being alone/div
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p style="outline: none 0px; -webkit-tap-highlight-color: rgba(0, 0, 0, 0); margin: 0px 0px 10px; padding: 0px; border: 0px; font-family: inherit; font-size: inherit; font-style: inherit; font-variant: inherit; font-weight: inherit; font-stretch: inherit; line-height: inherit; vertical-align: baseline; box-sizing: border-box;"Monologue of being alone/p
p style="outline: none 0px; -webkit-tap-highlight-color: rgba(0, 0, 0, 0); margin: 0px 0px 10px; padding: 0px; border: 0px; font-family: inherit; font-size: inherit; font-style: inherit; font-variant: inherit; font-weight: inherit; font-stretch: inherit; line-height: inherit; vertical-align: baseline; box-sizing: border-box;"Doctor Who br style="outline: none 0px; -webkit-tap-highlight-color: rgba(0, 0, 0, 0); box-sizing: border-box;" /11span style="outline: none 0px; -webkit-tap-highlight-color: rgba(0, 0, 0, 0); margin: 0px; padding: 0px; border: 0px; font-family: inherit; font-size: inherit; font-style: inherit; font-variant: inherit; font-weight: inherit; font-stretch: inherit; line-height: inherit; vertical-align: baseline; box-sizing: border-box;"th/span Doctor POV/p
p style="outline: none 0px; -webkit-tap-highlight-color: rgba(0, 0, 0, 0); margin: 0px; padding: 0px; border: 0px; font-family: inherit; font-size: inherit; font-style: inherit; font-variant: inherit; font-weight: inherit; font-stretch: inherit; line-height: inherit; vertical-align: baseline; box-sizing: border-box;"Darkness surrounds me and my old girl; I sit alone for a day wondering just what it would be like to never be alone again. What would it be like to hold someone, to say every waking moment "I love you?" I am an old man, one that runs faster than the whirlwinds of earth's strongest storm. My green set eyes are weak and weary with the saddening memory of all that I have lost. A smile is weak against the dreamlord whom was born from the hatred and darkest emotions ever conceived. I deserve to be alone for the demon inside me that caused so much death. Blood is the only thing I see on my hands, both of them scarlet from the battles once fought and the innocent that have died because of my selfishness to keep living and running away. I run and never look back over my tweed covered shoulder and I am driven to senselessness. I drive myself to a void of emotional outburst that claw their way out into the open. I frighten my companions with the anger that floods out, the banging on the walls and the things that are thrown from their place by my fit of rage. I can't help it; I go crazy talking to a timelord that isn't there, a timelord that is my reflection in a still mirror. He is perfect so innocent never to have done wrong, but he has lived as long as I and has seen every small thing that I have. Why do my friends all have to die? They don't know that it is painful to tell them I love them because they will never know that their lives will end in a terrible forsaken fate. Forget what legend has told you about the joys of family because I cannot experience once that joy. I lie awake at night wishing for a wife that is long gone; she saved me from the terrible fate of dying in the largest loneliest place in the universe. I cry when I see the image in my mind, because I can never stop her from that day. I sent the woman I loved most to her own death; I remember nights when the darkness would fade because River Song was beside me. I would die every day to see her again. I am an old warrior who cannot rest in a peaceful will because I can never really have friends. I would tell the aimless gods to take my memory because I wish not to live in this turmoil any longer. So what if I regenerate at least this part of me will be free. The fourth doctor proved to me what happens when we regenerate and I wish that I just could. I am the Doctor and this is what it truly means to be aloneā€¦ /p
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