[ WP ] Begin with the sentence , `` I am alone , but I am happy '' .

I am alone, but I am happy. 
 
 Why must confusion rear me so? Others grasp me tenderly and yet there becomes nothing where something should be. Am I amiss of happenings revolving around this happiness I'm supposed to seek in solace? But of course, automatons never were the sort to think about such things. Then again, were we ever intended to peruse about such feelings? What of my siblings? What of their mutilated bodies lying beneath my feet? Maybe, it's just me. Maybe I need to take a breather. Maybe I just need to repeat myself to make sure. 
 
 I am alone, but I am happy.
