The Doctor---Me
People laugh because Doctor Who makes me cry.
But I cry because I am the Doctor,
an outsider wandering through space and time,
exiled forever from the world that created me.
The Doctor killed his people to save the universe.
I killed my soul to save my children.
Companions come and go,
but they never really understand us
---they can't---
and ultimately they return home to kindred spirits
while we must continue on alone.
But the Doctor and I, we carry on tilting at
fate, fighting the loneliness with a joke or an adventure,
anything to hide the pain of unbearable loss
and the festering wounds that will outlast time.
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